The door swung open abruptly, and there stood Michael, his eyes dancing with a mix of surprise and amusement. “Am I interrupting something? Trying to steal my bride, are you, Oliver?” he chuckled, obviously mistaking the heavy atmosphere for something else entirely.
Oliver looked at Anna, whose eyes were filled with a confusing blend of relief and despair. It was as though she wanted to both escape from and confront the terrible reality Oliver was about to show her.