Arthur stopped speaking.
For one impossible second, the entire ballroom seemed to hold its breath with me.
The crystal chandeliers glittered overhead, the string quartet had gone silent, and nearly two hundred elegantly dressed guests stared toward the altar as though they had paid admission to witness my humiliation.
Arthur’s fingers remained wrapped around the microphone.
His hand was no longer trembling.
That was the first thing I noticed.
The second was his smile.
It was small, controlled, and completely unlike the affectionate smile I had grown accustomed to during our six months together.
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