Jaime and Lydia
Having talked to Kate the other day, Lydia was determined to at least meet Jaime. And, true to what the other girl had said, it wasn't easy to miss the woman. She was more or less what Lydia would look like in another thirty years, but in a tighter dress.
And more than that, there was just something about her. That kind of dead thing something that Lydia had come to realize drew her toward certain people.
She made sure to stop and say hi to people as she made her way over, glad that she'd learned from past experiences and hadn't worn high heels that would sink into the ground as she crossed the lawn.