Claude Hijinx
While Sarah wanted every single one of these photos, as she did not have the picture-perfect memory her husband did, even she could admit that all the various permutations of them were a little on the tedious side. Still, everyone looked wonderful today – Sarah was still awed by the fact that the lighthearted air and joy wasn't just her and Peter, it has swept over the others too, giving everyone a small piece of something they didn't all experience in Los Angeles often, or at least not often as large groups – and Henry was doing a wonderful job as the photographer, so she knew this would all be worth it.
And then she heard her mother-in-law start screaming, and not just screaming, but cursing, which caused Sarah to swing around entirely from the pose being worked on to find Angela, heart hammering. Yet – there was no one there. She was clearly there, yet not, and suddenly Sarah's suspicions shifted. The focus required was a bit more today because of the happy distractions, but she bridged the gap and then could see them.
It wasn't the person – the shaggy, bum-like old mentor of Peter's – she expected holding Angela as she kicked and screeched and it wasn't anyone she recognized. Careful not to do anything protective or defensive that would activate any of Jaenelle's protections and get her tossed off her own wedding site, she turned to her husband.