Ah, wonderful. Somebody she's neither related to nor obligated to hate. Alodia snags a champagne flute off a passing tray - she's got no intention of drinking seriously tonight, but it gives her something to do with her hands - then injects a few more degrees of warmth into her smile, taking it from 'polite' to 'friendly', and glides over.
"You look like you're having fun," she says lightly. Davin Kavanaugh, she thinks. Dating James Thornton, if the rumors are true, which would explain why he's here. She's never met the man, but she's heard the name before, and the face matches the one she's seen in the pages of that absurd gossip rag. She's pretty sure she's right on this one. "It's Davin, yes?"
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Date: 2015-02-08 04:01 am (UTC)"You look like you're having fun," she says lightly. Davin Kavanaugh, she thinks. Dating James Thornton, if the rumors are true, which would explain why he's here. She's never met the man, but she's heard the name before, and the face matches the one she's seen in the pages of that absurd gossip rag. She's pretty sure she's right on this one. "It's Davin, yes?"