The party hall filled with whispers. No one was able to register what Marcel had just said.
"My God! Mr. Mikaelson, you got married, and we weren't even made aware of it?" A woman advanced her steps toward Marcel while looking at him with astonishment.
Though her words were sweet, Jenna could sense the contempt behind her smiling face.
“Yes, Mrs. Russo! I got married, and I am extremely sorry for not being able to announce it to the world before,” Marcel gently replied, pulling Jenna toward him and embracing her frail body. His touch was tender but making Jenna angry at him.
Mrs. Russo’s eyes narrowed slightly, her smile never faltering. "Well, congratulations to both of you. It's just such a surprise, that's all."
Jenna felt the weight of everyone's gaze on her, the whispers growing
