First line meme: Alias
Sydney, for vaznetti
The wedding was a disaster. Sydney did her best not to cry; she kept her shoulders straight, her head high, and bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. How awfully, impossibly *normal* that she could take down a dozen heavily-armed guards with nothing but a clutch-purse and stiletto heels, and yet utterly fail to anticipate the myriad things that could and had gone wrong with her wedding day?
Sydney had a moment’s helpless longing for the way things should have been: her mother and father here to witness this day, and to help her with the utter chaos around her. Her dad had found more important events to occupy his day, and Laura Bristow. . . Sydney liked to believe she was here in spirit.
Arvin Sloane smile serenely, benevolently, from the front pew as Danny leaned down to kiss Sydney.
The wedding was a disaster. Sydney did her best not to cry; she kept her shoulders straight, her head high, and bit the inside of her cheek until she tasted blood. How awfully, impossibly *normal* that she could take down a dozen heavily-armed guards with nothing but a clutch-purse and stiletto heels, and yet utterly fail to anticipate the myriad things that could and had gone wrong with her wedding day?
Sydney had a moment’s helpless longing for the way things should have been: her mother and father here to witness this day, and to help her with the utter chaos around her. Her dad had found more important events to occupy his day, and Laura Bristow. . . Sydney liked to believe she was here in spirit.
Arvin Sloane smile serenely, benevolently, from the front pew as Danny leaned down to kiss Sydney.