Savannah/Eliot
Savannah was having a ball. Everything was perfect, and of course she got to dance and mingle, which was always a plus, even when it wasn't her wedding. She had made plans to dance with Tim as well, and with just about anyone willing to dance, but there was one man who was sitting quietly, a little too quietly.
She went to the table and sat on the seat that Parker had vacated. "Hi, Eliot," she said, gently. "Thank you for coming. I know it can't be easy." She couldn't imagine how he must feel. It would be bad for anyone, but for someone so self-reliant, it had to be horrible. "I opened your gift. It was perfect. Thank you." She hugged him with a hand, before sitting down again. "So how are you? You're doing okay? Do you need anything? I can take you to the dessert table, tell you what's there if you like."