Just as he was about to click the file open, a booming voice filled the room: “Ladies and gentlemen, could we have your attention, please? Time for a toast to the newlyweds!”. The castle erupted in applause and the clinking of glasses, cutting through the thick tension between Oliver and Anna like a knife.
“Cheers,” Anna mouthed softly, raising her glass in his direction. Her hand was steady, but her eyes betrayed a glint of hesitance, as if questioning whether a toast could really wash away the weight of the unspoken.