The ballroom, which was alive with laughter and clinking of glasses, now seemed to fall into silence.
Laura Grey stood before them in her black gown, every part of her dressing screamed, the ex-wife, her smile could cut sharper than a blade. Her eyes were filled with amusement as they looked all over Nicholas and Rachel, stopping sometimes on the diamond ring practically glowing on Rachel's hand.
"What a clever move, Nicholas," Laura mused, her voice loud enough, just enough to earn whispers from the crowd.
"Marry again, and then it all falls apart. Such an easy way to keep your company from falling through your fingers."
Nicholas and Rachel could hear murmurs from the onlookers. Faces turned their way… Rachel's chest tightened, those stares were like fire burning her skin. But she forced herself to keep her shoulders straight and high enough, even her chin as usual high.
