At Marston & Co.
Aveline arrived at the venue early in the morning. The event was from nine; she needed more than an hour for her installation.
Before she headed to security, a knitted scarf was placed on her shoulder. Alaric went around her and wrapped the scarf around her neck, tugging it close to her ear to cover it.
Aveline didn't resist as it was truly cold. Even their warm breath was visible in the air.
She had no idea Alaric was such a light sleeper. Though she turned off her alarm in three seconds, he woke up as if his body was on a clock. He insisted on accompanying her. He didn't voice his worries about the previous day's events.
Pulling two masks from her pocket, she stood on her toes and put one on his face and wore one. "Let's go." They walked in with her bag in his hand.
"Aveline Laurent, the floral artist," she told the security.
Once he finished writing her name, he turned to Alaric and said, "Her assistant."
