Andrew knew that this was going to be a lavish event. He'd had no doubt about that from the moment that the Beckett family had spoken about it. He had every right to be as nervous as he was. That was proven when as soon as Maxwell, Andrew and Richard walked in, a hush fell over the room.
Andrew couldn't tell if that was because it was Maxwell walking in in general, if it was because he was holding Andrew's hand, or if it was a combination of them wearing a matching outfit, holding hands, and walking in with another man trailing them.
Andrew wasn't sure, and he was a bit scared to find out what the truth was.
Either way, Andrew found that his attention was divided anyways. The room was gorgeous, there was a live band playing Christmas music, several stations where fresh food was being made, and they had two bars. Andrew knew that they had to be paying for everything. The Beckett's would never be caught dead doing a cash bar or something like that.
