We had left the event hall and were walking down the passageway when Sasha realized we were going in the wrong direction.
“Marc. Are we going the wrong way?” He asked.
I smiled, “Maybe. But I don’t think so.” We turned a corner, and he was looking around, as was I. Spotting what I was looking for, I pointed. We were not the only people heading there, either. Others from the Ceremony as I turned us towards the entrance, the doorman opened the door for us.
“Thank you, Sa.” I said