Alexander said quietly, almost to himself: "A cellist."
Everyone looked at him.
He looked up. "For that description. A cello sounds like it's just....existing in a space." He looked slightly uncomfortable at the attention. "My first wife played. I know the instrument."
A small silence.
Then Damien said: "A cellist."
Celeste wrote it down.
Aria looked at Alexander.
He was looking at his tea.
She thought about a man who had missed twenty four years and was showing up to wedding planning meetings to suggest cellists and notice that his daughter liked simple flowers in a glass.
She thought about catching up.
"Alexander," she said.
He looked up.
"Thank you," she said. "For being here."
He held her gaze.
He nodded once.
He looked back at his tea.
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DAMIEN'S POV
By one o'clock they had the following agreed:
