It didn't seem too melodramatic an assumption, but evidently her thoughts were making leaps others hadn't. Freya frowned at the comment, her arms wrapped tight around herself as they watched the drama unfold. "Perhaps so."

Before the father of the groom could collapse, however, a rather frantic family member came rushing through the garden to escort the gossipers towards the reception area. A wedding wouldn't be happening today, but at least there would be a quality meal provided. "I best go find Mr. Selwyn, good afternoon Mr. Pettigrew."