The music was starting and people were beginning to take their seats.  Martin left, leaving Petra staring at Gwen for the moment.  And she was staring.<br/><br/>The first time they had met was through her parents.  It had been a matter of business, and she had been precocious then.  The end results had been....well, traumatic wasn't quite the word for it.  She spoke up, her voice a little harsher than she wanted it to be.  "Bride or groom's party?"  She did not apologize or try and express regret for the gruff question, but instead gave the older woman a look of disdain that a person less experienced in relationships would immediately know the meaning of.  Despite her age, Petra had yet to slough off some of her less mature mannerisms.<br/><br/>She glanced at the wedding, and then frowned.  Petra didn't really have time to change into a proper shirt....but then again, it WAS the preeminent wedding.  Her mother would have a fit.  "Never mind.  If Kate asks I have gone to change."  She stalked away from Gwen, trying to ignore the hammering of her heart.<br/><br/>All this time and she still felt like that.  It was positively sickening.