Cindy felt the weight of their stares but kept her head high, her lips curving into a faint, knowing smile. She walked with measured grace toward the entrance, aware that each step amplified the whispers. The murmurs were exactly what she had hoped for. Her statement was already being made.
When she entered the grand hall, the murmurs turned into a low roar of speculation. Heads turned, eyes followed, and the once bustling conversations hushed. Cindy scanned the room briefly, taking in the shocked faces of Peter’s family and friends. The tension in the air was palpable, electric.