In her life, Dagger and she was Dagger today, not Garnet, or Queen Alexandros, or Your Highness, or anything of the sort had attended many social events -- Weddings, anniversary's, birthday's, festivals, everything you could think of. Even so, none of them had been quite like this.

The city of Luca was unlike anything she'd ever seen, and she'd been as awed flying into the city as she had been the first time she'd ever set foot outside of Alexandria. She'd been hard pressed not to let her curiosity run her all over the city right then and there. The wedding itself, was lovely; so much more intimate and relaxed than any event she'd ever attended. It reminded her more of a festival than some stiff-lipped social. In favor of blending in with the crowds and the more relaxed feel of the festivities, Dagger had elected to dress down for the occasion; a simple peasant-style dress, with a buttery-yellow tied skirt, white blouse, and a brown leather lace-up bodice. Her long dark hair was worn down, clipped just at the bottom with her old teal-blue barrette.

At the moment, she was engaged in a very quiet indulgence of a guilty pleasure-- she'd cast off her shoes and was ever-so-discretely wiggling her toes in the sand. She couldn't recall the last time she'd been on a beach.