It was a very big crowd, even more, Mr. Crowly and her husband walking closely beside her. She was worried, she always was, but was especially worried in an event like this.
Her eyes looked over the crowd, hoping to spot the top of her daughter's heads, maybe a glimmer of their jewelry or even a swish of their dresses. It was useless, she wasn't going to spot them in this dense hurricane of people unless she had the eyes of an eagle and in that, she didn't.
She looked away from the crowd, forced into her current situation. One that she didn't like. It wasn't the fact that she was at this event but whom she was at the event with and the fact that she hadn't managed to get rid of him this entire time. Who was she talking about? Her husband of course.
The one that was so closely knitted to her side. Unnecessarily and unwantedly knitted to her side.
