Mostly because it was so damn embarrassing. Robert's father had been the Campbell's younger brother, who died three months previously in an accident the Family still didn't like to talk about. The groom, Robert Campbell, was currently being supported and encouraged by his cousin Finlay's brothers, William and Gerald Campbell. Her intended prey didn't even realize she was coming. She stalked off through the crowd, opening up a path for herself through sheer strength of personality. "And then you can settle down to getting to know your bride," said Gerald. William flinched visibly, and was still trying to find the right words with which to introduce Adrienne when she stepped forward, brushing him aside and smiled at Robert. Robert and William Campbell looked up to see standing before them Adrienne Campbell, large as life and twice as loud. "Keep on encouraging him like that, and we'll have to drive him to the altar with whips," said a loud, carrying voice. Someone has to tell them the facts of life." Now, if you'll excuse me, I really ought to have a word with our nervous bride and groom. Personally, I wouldn't be without one, especially when it conies to picking up the tab. Husbands can be boring, irksome and a general pain in the ass, but you have to have one if you want to get on in society.
Your father monopolizes your time far too much. "It's time you were looking for a husband for yourself, my dear. She looked back at Evangeline, who had to fight to keep from flinching. "Damn right you wouldn't," said Adrienne. He didn't think he was ready to deal with one of Valentine's little somethings. Valentine had offered to slip him a little something, but he'd declined. He felt very much he could have used a stiff drink or several, but William wouldn't let him. His dresser had assured him he looked both dignified and fashionable, but he wasn't sure of either. He pulled at his frock coat to straighten it and fiddled with his cravat. He had the look of a small animal caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Robert smiled politely, and just a little desperately. "And who better than you?" murmured Finlay. "This is a wedding, after all, not the dentist's." "Do try and at least look cheerful," said William to young Robert. "Gerald," said William, "go get Robert a drink." If it's any help, I felt much the same before my wedding, and I've been happy enough. Anyway, whatever else we may be, we're Campbells first. Or do they taste it? I've never been sure. If we didn't, where would we be? In complete bloody chaos, and all the other Families would charge in like sharks scenting blood in the water. The Campbell sets the rules, and we have to follow them.
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