Lestat stood near the back of the assembly, having watched the proceedings. He did not move or speak.
Lestat had a great respect for ceremonies such as this, and indeed, for God. He had his doubts that Eric's union here had much to do with God, but even so. He could hate and respect God; he could hate and respect Eric. He noticed each guest in turn, and made a note to visit Hannibal soon.
See how he was getting on without River.
His eyes slid to a young man who seemed... well, entirely too new. He was not a vampire of Lestat's kind, but it seemed Lestat could... feel him. In that way he could feel others of his kind.