Anna's POV
Three pairs of eyes locked onto me with laser focus, their gazes so intense that I nearly squirmed in my seat. The champagne in my glass suddenly seemed like the most fascinating thing in the room as I desperately tried to avoid their scrutinizing stares.
"What?" I asked defensively, taking another generous sip of champagne.
The question hung awkwardly in the air. I couldn't bear another second of this interrogation. Grabbing Catherine's wrist, I pulled her to her feet.
"We need to check on Paisley," I said, the excuse sounding flimsy even to my own ears. "Birthday girl duties and all that."
Catherine's knowing smirk made me want to dump my champagne over her head, but I maintained my composure as we fled the scene. The moment we were out of earshot, she erupted into a fit of giggles.
"My uncle is absolutely smitten," she wheezed between laughs. "I've never seen him so... obvious about anything!"
