Jeff entered the banquet room and glanced around.
A waiter headed out of the room with a tray of used glasses.
“Excuse me.” Jeff said.
The waiter stopped.
“I’m here to play background music on my guitar for this reception.” It wasn’t quite how he wanted to phrase it, but the words just spilled out of him in that precise order. “Where can I set up?”
The waiter glanced around as if searching for a place he could put his tray. “Um. Hold on. Let me get rid of this stuff here and I’ll be right back to help you out.”
The waiter resumed his journey. He maneuvered around a couple loitering in the hallway and disappeared around the corner.
Jeff scanned the room. He smiled as Darius and his son posed for a picture together.
Darius tossed Eduardo into the air. The photographer took a quick shot before Darius caught the small boy safe and secure. Eduardo hugged his dad. Arabella and their other children came over. The photographer eagerly lined them all up for more pictures.
Kaneshiro and Master Shinowa had returned to the bridal party table. They were embroiled in a deep discussion, but neither one seemed to be angry or upset. So, it was a mystery as to what they were talking about.
Jim-Marie sat with them. He occasionally had something to add to the conversation. The hunter and the master paid attention to his words.
Edmund’s red hair and height made him easy to find. He sat down at a table with a whole gaggle of young women and flaunted his Viv Vias Per Oue X.2— wood and leather meshed gloves with wooden spikes along the wrist. The women were completely agog. He smiled broadly and fell into an easy conversation with the whole group.
It took Jeff a while to locate Hildreth, but he did locate him.
Hildreth sat next to Elsie’s mom and they were having a great time. He tossed his head back and laughed heartily about something she had said.
Such a dweeb. But it warms my heart to see him this happy.
Jeff focused on Elsie, who was busy giving Hildreth clearly adoring looks. “I am happy for you both.”
The waiter returned with a chair in tow. “I am so sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to take so long.”
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it. Just tell me where I can settle down with my guitar for maximum impact.”
“Certainly. Follow me, sir.”