Michael approached Oliver and clapped him on the shoulder, his earlier humor now replaced by a look of understanding. “It’s alright, Oliver. I get it. You were being a good friend to Anna. Just maybe, be a better detective next time?”
Laughter filled the room, and the tension that had hung in the air like a storm cloud moments earlier began to dissipate. “Come on,” Anna said, taking Oliver and Michael by the arm. “Let’s get back to the party. We’ve got a wedding to celebrate!”