The room smelled of roses, spice, and too much ego.
Kazuki had been ready for awkward small talk, polite laughter, and maybe a few magic tricks from Lilith's side of the guest list. What he hadn't been ready for was this.
The ex-husband stood at the head of the reception hall, one hand tucked into his tailored jacket, the other lazily swirling champagne like it was an extension of his charm. His smile—sharp and confident—looked rehearsed down to the last millimeter.
"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, voice smooth enough to butter bread. "It's not every day you get invited to the wedding of someone you once… shared vows with."
Half the humans in the crowd reacted with polite "oohs." Half the demons perked up like they'd just smelled blood.
Kazuki kept his face neutral, but the muscles in his jaw flexed. He knew this wasn't going to be a Hallmark moment.
