As he came closer, Kristofer became sure of the identity of the woman who had just sung.
Even though she seemed to have dyed her hair, Kristofer was sure it was her. It was Anna. There was no mistaking it.
He became even more certain when the woman in question locked gazes with him.
Kristofer instantly saw the look of recognition in her eyes. There was no denying it now. It was truly her and no one else.
"Kristofer," Brett Prestman grinned widely upon seeing him. Kristofer forced himself to smile back, raising the champagne glass in a gesture of toasting with him.
"Happy Birthday, Brett."
"Thanks. I'm glad you made it here."
Kristofer smiled widely now, too. His eyes briefly flickered towards Anna.
"Yes, I'm glad to be here too."
