Marcus Zephanie let his eyes roam around the grand hall. He smirked, remembering something that somehow brought a smile to his lips.
There were Avalyn and Rafael Oliver with his family. Marcus Zephanie could almost imagine the scene in his mind's eye. The smirk on his lips only went deeper as his memories of that fateful day came to him.
He was there. He watched how things went down. He watched it and he was smiling about it now.
"Poor innocent, Ava," Marcus Zephanie muttered. He looked at the event organizer and smiled even wider.
"It's been awhile Mister Zephanie,"
"Isn't it?" Marcus beamed.
"Yes, do you even remember me?" Marcus Zephanie chuckled, giving the woman a sheepish smile.
"Ah, forgive me. My memory seemed to have died on me. It has been that long."
"It's understandable Mister Zephanie, don't worry yourself. I'm Elise,"
