Elise was looking for Julian's family, knowing that she should have her seat in their table. She had spotted Damien and Antoinette making their way somewhere and with skipping a heartbeat, she made her way towards her old crush. Somehow, she liked the idea of acknowledging old feelings for him who never failed to hold her in awe, despite the fact that she did love another. It was for the mere flutter of youthful feelings, as if she was once more a little girl seeing the boy she admired.
But her progress was impeded by a tap on her shoulder and turning around to see who it was, her face felt a sudden velvety intrusion, concentrated on the area of her nose.
"What--?" she managed to choke before removing her face against the flower to see the culprit, who, of course, turned out to be none other than Julian.
"Ugh, you're the worst!" she whispered irritatedly, resisting the urge to break her violin over his dumb blond head. "What do you want this time?"