For a moment, the world around Mira seemed to go so quiet.
All the buzz, laughter, clinking glasses, and even the whispers all faded into a dull hum in her ears. All she could see were their faces. Travis and Naomi. Here in this place.
They looked different. Rich, even. Naomi was draped in a shimmery white dress while laughing too loudly at something a man in a tuxedo said.
Travis also stood beside her, all puffed up in a suit that was too new and too stiff. He kept adjusting his collar, but he had a smug look on his face like he had finally won the lottery.
A well-dressed older woman with kind eyes touched Naomi's arm with a face full of concern. "But my dear, isn't it all too soon? I mean, after you said your friend just passed away? Are you both really okay with holding the wedding so quickly?"
