The hall lights dimmed just enough for the stage to glow brighter, bathing Lucas and Reva in a ceremonial gold-white spotlight. Lucas stood tall, shoulders squared, jaw locked in the same fake smile he'd been forcing since he walked in. But his eyes were locked on Xavier.
If eyes could tear flesh, Xavier would've been sliced clean open.
Xavier just grinned back at him.
Lucas kept glaring at Xavier from the side like he was trying to burn a hole through him, but he forced himself to keep his expression composed for the guests watching.
The ceremony kept moving, with people lining up to walk on stage and greet the soon-to-be couple, getting their pictures taken with Lucas and Reva while pretending like they weren't judging everything happening up there.
Reva stayed quiet on her seat, like a goddess forced to pose for mortals, answering only when necessary, keeping her face straight and giving nothing to anybody.
Nothing noteworthy happened.
