Just as Oliver was about to guide Anna to the other room, a voice boomed through the air, breaking the intense moment. “There you are! Trying to steal my bride, are you?” Michael’s voice rang out, filled with laughter but edged with a subtle undertone that Oliver couldn’t quite place.
Anna’s face flushed, the weight of Oliver’s revelation still heavy in her mind, but she was suddenly pulled back into the present by her new husband’s arm wrapping around her waist. “Come on, darling, they’re playing our song,” Michael said, his eyes gleaming as he guided Anna onto the dance floor.