Orson froze, clearly not expecting me to agree so easily.
But he didn't dwell on it. He assumed I'd simply caved. With a cold snort, he took Willow's arm and walked out.
The grand hall blazed with light, flowers cascading from every surface.
Orson led Willow down the red carpet, basking in the crowd's applause and envious gazes.
I stood below the stage, watching.
[Stripping progress: 100%]
[Stripping complete. Orson Gilbert's "Richest Man" halo has been nullified.]
[Karmic backlash initiated.]
Just as Orson raised the microphone, ready to declare his "great love" for Willow to the world—
His phone erupted in a frenzy of vibrations.
