The laughter in the hall froze, and Ryan instantly let go of Sophia.
Sophia looked at my cold expression, like a frightened bird.
“I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I upset you. Mrs. Miller, I’ll leave now.”
Seeing her acting so pitifully made Ryan strangely irritable.
He ignored me completely and stopped her.
“You’re not married yet, so why are you calling her Mrs. Miller? Can’t you read the room?”
“The boss didn’t say you could leave. If you walk out now, do you want to get reported? Stay where you are!”
The air turned heavy.
Finally, my bridesmaid broke the tension, jokingly pushing Ryan away.
“Hold on, the groom can’t just whisk away the bride right after the photoshoot. You’ve got to get through the wedding games first!”
The door slammed shut, separating Ryan and the groomsmen from us.
My bridesmaids stood ready.
“Listen up, groom! You’ve got to answer the questions right if you want to take the bride!”
“First question: when was your first kiss with Emily?”
It should’ve been an easy question, but Ryan fell silent.
My fists clenched tighter.
Then a groomsman blurted out carelessly: