A wave of applause thundered through the hall, echoing off the marble floors and vaulted ceilings. It was a chilling sound, even though there was a celebration going on, it was not one of genuine joy or the celebration going on, but something twisted. How could Emerald be cool with this for goodness sake?
I flinched as I heard them clap, my breath still shallow, my heart beating so erratically it hurt.
The bride was still sitting stiffly beside her husband, her posture tense, her eyes sharp with barely concealed fury. Her lips moved rapidly in silent argument, her hands gesturing on her thighs as if to avoid attracting more attention.
Her husband reached for her arm, gently trying to calm her, whispering something meant to pacify her anger. Slowly, with an effort that seemed almost pain
