Claude Hijinx
Angela couldn't have been more proud right now if she tried. Sarah was a good woman and seeing Peter this happy would have even been worth a bad woman, not that she would ever think that Peter would choose a bad woman. He'd always had rather good taste. After the ceremony, she'd moved where she had been directed. Time for lifelong memories in photo form. The posed and perfect shots were never the ones that really lasted, Angela knew that all too well. It were the ones that were taken off hand, when people least expected it, there were really the keepers. It was one of the reasons that she had a camera looped around her wrist. She wasn't exactly an ace photographer, but she could do the things that counted: focus, point, and click. The memories just made themselves if you had a keen enough eye.
All thoughts of photos, however, were distracted when she felt a bit of a breeze sweep past her side. That was odd. Wasn't the wind coming from the other direction? It had been the last breeze that pasted her. Her head turned slightly as she stared right through what should have concerned her before turning her attention back to the assembled crowd.