The spinning champagne flutes reflected the chandeliers' golden light, scattering flecks across the reception hall like tiny stars caught in orbit. Gasps and delighted claps rippled through the crowd, none the wiser that this wasn't a whimsical wedding trick.
Kazuki didn't clap. He knew Morwen too well. This was no performance—it was a warning.
The ex-husband's smirk had slipped just enough to betray the first flicker of unease. But still, he held his glass high, speaking in that infuriatingly smooth baritone, each syllable drawn out as if savoring his own wit.
"…and of course, we all know Lilith's… fiery spirit. Some might say untamable. I certainly remember nights when—"
"Finish that sentence," Lilith cut in, her tone honeyed, but laced with the kind of promise that made Kazuki's stomach knot.
The room went still. Even the string quartet faltered mid-note.
