Giada!
Derek did not want to be here. Derek had
no desire to be here, and if it had just been Rachel trying to harass him into coming, he would have managed to be firm in his refusal.But once Edward, and Giada, started throwing in their two-cents, he had lost the battle.
Thus, Derek dragged himself to get
ready, thought he looked passable enough, in the way that wouldn't scare many people off, and set off for the hall.
He kept his head down, smiling as cordially as he could manage, moving until he saw Giada fussing with the buffet table. He should say hi--the whole reason he had come had been for her. And it had been ages since they'd seen each other, last. A small, tired, but mostly genuine smile spread on his face as he grabbed her elbow, not expecting her to
fling herself at him.
Surprised, he patted her on the back a bit awkwardly, the physical contact feeling almost alien. "Oy," he pulled back and smiled once more. "Look, I made it. I expect to be shown the time of my life."
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