The flickering candlelight cast shadows around the room when, suddenly, the door creaked open.
Gabriel walked in, and right behind him, a crowd of people followed in.
At that moment, everyone froze. I blinked a few times, glancing at Gabriel, whose expression had turned even colder. Instinctively, I took a couple of steps back and turned to sit on the bed, pretending nothing was happening.
I casually reached over to grab the veil hanging by the bed and quickly pulled it over my face. With my other hand, I fanned myself vigorously.
Good grief, does the Fleming family's servants not have any sense? Not a single one thought to announce their master's arrival!
I sat there playing dead, and sensing the awkwardness in the air, an older maid suddenly called out loudly, "Please, groom, lift the bride's veil!"
Well, finally, someone with some sense! When I'm in charge, you're getting a raise!
The room was dead silent, and not a single sound broke the stillness, leaving me feeling increasingly uneasy. What if he's having second thoughts? Seriously, what the hell? Before the wedding, I asked him if he was really on board, and he just pretended to be cool.