Cameo

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Dear Friends and Family

We're happy to say that we're getting married!

Join us on

August 1, 2014

For the wedding of Annabeth Chase and Percy Jackson!

XXXXX

The backside of the invitation, as well as the many emails that Annabeth, the rest of the Athena cabin, and several people involved in wedding planning had sent all detailed where and at what time the wedding was going to take place (on the Sound in Camp Half-Blood, from 11-1, when the reception would start).

Frederick opened his bag once again, searching through the different papers (about half of which concerned the wedding) to find the invitation itself. It was on nice cardstock paper, with a green background and light orange lettering and trim. Pretty. But Annabeth's favorite color was blue—

No. Frederick reminded himself that he was no longer the authority on Annabeth. He had to take a step back. He had to take a step back—

(But there's two exclamation points on the invitation, 27 words divided by two exclamation points is 1 exclamation point for every fourteen words, and Annabeth hates exclamation points!)

Frederick took in a deep, gasping breath all of a sudden. His eyes felt strange, as did his chest.

"Honey?" Helen asked. "You okay?" She kept her eyes firmly on the road, twisting the wheel gently with every curve of the path from New York City out to Camp Half-Blood.

(I hope that Annabeth keeps her eyes on the road—)

"Are we there yet?" Matthew groaned from the backseat. His phone had run out of charge somewhere in Queens, and he had been complaining the whole way since there.

"I told you, it'll be another little while, honey," Helen replied to him.

(This was a bad idea, Annabeth just sent it as a courtesy, she didn't expect us to show up—)

"Why are we going, anyway? Annabeth's barely our sister!"

"Bobby! Don't be rude!"

Frederick closed his eyes. Annabeth hadn't lived with him since she was seventeen, for three disastrous months, and Bobby would've been eight then. Not that they deserved having Annabeth around. Annabeth had been more than gracious. But they didn't deserve her, after everything that he had put her through.

(I'm sorry, honey.)

Dear friends and family

By the time that the Chases arrived on the Sound, there were already over a hundred people milling about. Most of them were between the ages of ten and twenty—"at least the boys won't be bored," Helen mumbled—and Frederick had no doubt that those were Annabeth's family on the godly side.

(That'd be her real family, right? Jesus, has she really lived here for longer than with us?)

A young, attractive boy accosted them as soon as they had parked. "Hi! Here for the wedding?"

Helen nodded. "Yes. We're Annabeth's family."

The boy's eyes widened momentarily as he seemed to realize who they were.