Ryzel staggered forward, his steps unsteady as he made his way toward Zeus and Ceres, who both stood frozen in place.
“Ryzel, you’re drunk. Stop embarrassing me and your mother,” Mr. Clark’s voice was sharp, filled with warning as he grabbed his son’s arm, preventing him from going any further.
“I’m fine, Dad. I promise I won’t embarrass you,” Ryzel replied with a lazy grin before yanking his arm free. He turned and continued walking toward the center of the garden, where all eyes were now on him.
The once lively celebration of Cielo and Romos’ wedding had gone eerily silent. The guests barely breathed as they watched the unfolding scene with anticipation and dread.
Zeus immediately stepped forward, positioning himself in front of Ceres, shielding her behind his broad frame. Whatever a
