Rachel's hand stayed above the paper, and the pen shook in her hand. Everyone in the room remained still, frozen in fear. One could know the questions each of them held by just the look in their eyes.
What was she thinking?
Would she call this off?
Is she having doubts?
These questions filled everyone's head as they watched, everyone remaining glued to their spot in anticipation of Rachel's next move. Nicholas, the judge, and even the people standing nearby.
Nicholas raised his eyebrow and his lips moved a little. "Getting nervous?" fear, hidden in his words.
Rachel looked at him angrily before getting closer, speaking softly so only he could hear.
"No. This tight dress is squeezing my stomach. If I move the wrong way, I might faint on your important marriage paper."
The people closer who heard what she had said, tried, but failed, to hide their giggles. The judge cleared his throat loudly, his face showing both annoyance and amusement.
