Why they had an eight thirty reservation, Svetlana wasn't exactly sure. Though as she had no idea where Anatoly was even taking her, that might play a part in it. If it was busy place or something like that. Whatever the reason, Svetlana had gotten dressed and taken the girls to Quinn's so that this anniversary or whatever it was could take place. Oh, she should have said no. She tried to, but Anatoly was insistent and it was just easier this way. Or at least, that was what Svetlana thought.
With the girls at Quinn's and praying that they would cheer up at seeing Beth and not be so withdrawn from the shooting and subsequent dying, Svetlana started to the lobby. She still felt like this was a bad idea. She should be there for her girls. What if they needed her? What if something happened and they died again? But apparently she had to stop being paranoid about that, she knew she couldn't dwell. She didn't dwell. But with everything that had gone on in way too short a span of time, Svetlana was still trying to come to terms when she allowed herself to process.
As the elevator reached the floor of the lobby, Svetlana just quirked a brow at the music. Just what was going on? Had she checked the boards before leaving, she would have taken an alternate route. But she hadn't. No. So when she got off the elevator, she was greeted with the sight of Freddie on one knee, presenting a white knight to Florence. She stood rooted, a brow quirked as her mind quickly flashed back to the past, first of the game she and Anatoly had played after becoming a couple. The opening question. His response of promise via the knight. The game they had played when she'd been sick with that same move, the same meanings. The proposal over a chess game, Anatoly taking ten minutes to finally ask her. All of that came at her in a flood.
And here, Florence was being proposed to. She couldn't help it. Svetlana just rolled her eyes and shook her head slightly. Oh, the irony of what today was wasn't lost on her. And she felt a bitter twinge in the back of her throat. Why? What had Svetlana done so wrong that she was left floundering with no footing and freezing and lost, while Florence was given the chance to be happy and in love. It wasn't that Svetlana hated the other woman, she didn't. That didn't mean she had to like her and it sure as hell didn't mean she had to be happy about this even if the logical part said that it meant there was less chance of Anatoly and Florence getting back together. Svetlana knew that Anatoly had been ruining their marriage long before Florence, but this was the woman he didn't come home for. The one he defected for after knowing her for less than a week. The one he decided to 'make a home' with in England. She may not have started the downward spiral, but she was the one to nail the head into it's coffin.
Shaking her head some in shock and the thought that Anatoly and Freddie were far more similar than either saw or cared to admit, Svetlana raised her hand to her head and massaged her temples, eyes closed as she worked to control her emotions. If there was one thing good of the past five years, and even her life before meeting Anatoly, it was that she was very good at constructing a mask that kept the world at bay from her real feelings, a small smile. Or in her case, a headache. At least she was near the back at the moment. The question was, how to get out of here with the display going on where it was.