Julian glanced at Anna with a faint smile, then turned to the room and said, "This is my wife."
The room fell silent for a beat before erupting with chatter.
"So this is your wife, huh!"
"Damn, she's a knockout!"
"Boss, you lucked out big time!"
One after another, the guys chimed in—grinning, whistling, tossing compliments like they were passing out beers.
Anna wasn’t exactly shy, but with all that attention, her cheeks still flushed.
God, she just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.
"Anna, gotta give you a toast," said a guy in military uniform as he stood up, holding his drink and grinning.
Anna blinked—and then laughed.
Hey, wasn't that Sam?
Right next to him was a familiar face—Steve—clearly trying not to laugh. Looked like this whole toast ide
