Fat Girl's Nemesis
Instead, they appeared completely relaxed, as though there were nothing unusual about Lucas standing on a stage with a microphone and a suspicious glint in his eyes.
“Good morning, everyone,” Lucas began, his voice carrying effortlessly through the hall. “Thank you all for coming to the wedding of Michael Robinson and Rose Watson... who is now Rose Robinson, I suppose. Correct?”
The guests laughed and applauded.
I could feel my stomach tightening. Something about the way Lucas smiled told me I was about to become the center of attention.
“I humbly ask all of you not to leave after this celebration ends,” he continued. “I've already reserved rooms at a hotel nearby, because tomorrow, there wi