Despite the general consensus that Priscilla Duval could not take anything seriously to save her life, she did not take her bridesmaid duties lightly. The last hour may have been a s**t show, but she saw it as her duty to do some damage control. If she failed at it, Allegra would become distracted and the last thing she wanted was to have her best friend not enjoying her own wedding. So the redhead pulled up her metaphorical bootstraps, grabbed hold of an unsuspecting Cedai and made a stealthy escape from the bridal table.
The newlyweds were cutting their cake and even though she thought the sight of them feeding each other cake was nauseatingly cheesy, Cilla could not deny seeing the unadulterated joy in her best friend’s eyes. Most eyes were on them and she knew the first place to stop.
