~Joanna
The air in the reception hall was thick with anticipation as Diane hesitated on the stage. Her grip on the microphone tightened, her knuckles white as she stared at Leonard, visibly shaking under the weight of her unspoken words. Before she could speak, Leonard shot forward, his polished shoes clacking against the tiled floor.
“Diane, stop this,” he hissed through clenched teeth, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him.
“Leonard?” Sandra’s voice was barely audible, but the shock in it spoke volumes. She stood frozen beside me, her hands trembling as Pamela and I exchanged worried glances.
Leonard’s desperation was almost palpable. He leaned closer to Diane, his voice low but urgent. “Not here. Let’s talk outside,” he pleaded.
The room had gone eerily silent. All ey
