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She was going to go to hell.

That was the only thing Cecilia could think about as her eyes swept across the locale of this... get-together, or whatever mudbloods called it when they held humble gatherings in large open spaces and allowed their children to chase each other around screaming like banshees. That she was out of her element in this sort of situation went without saying, and it didn't help that the moment she had met Cael at the door she had realized that she had overestimated the dress code. While he sported a casual attire, she donned a flowy top and skirt with her signature heels--not exactly the best for walking around on grass or chasing children, as it would so seem. Never, in all her days of fretting over her decision upon seeing him again, had she felt that it was more of a terrible idea than at this very moment.

This was not her world. This was so not her world.

Physically unable to look like anything other than hopelessly lost, she turned back to the man beside her, the only thing she knew about this environment. Even then, the comfort in his demeanor reminded her now of just how enormous of of a predicament she was in. He was so relaxed here, he was one of these people, and Cecilia suddenly thought that she might have never felt so alone.

"I'm---I---" she struggled for a second, nervously adjusting her hair and looking away quickly. "No, ah... decidedly not."

It was strange, how she had had such a terrible desire to see him again until she actually had. Now, she felt nothing but guilt and fear for what she was doing. True, there was no one present who would ever know, but---no, had not been a well-thought idea.