“Cheers,” Oliver repeated, clinking his glass against hers. The sound was crisp and clear, yet to him, it felt slightly dissonant, as though each chime was a reminder of the unfinished business that lay between them.
With the formalities over, people began to disperse, laughter and chatter filling the air. Anna took a sip of her champagne and glanced at Oliver, her eyes meeting his for just a moment before shifting away. Oliver sensed it—the unspoken questions, the uncertainty, and the quiet anticipation of what would come next.