"I'm sorry," Kristofer whispered in Anna's ears. He had leaned close to let her know that this was not part of his plan. In fact, he didn't plan it at all.
Anna searched for his hand under the table and squeezed it. She refused to say her thoughts on the matter. If she did, she'd be sure to let his mother hear it out.
They were back in the same place when they both first met. Only, it wasn't anyone's birthday whom they are celebrating.
A long table was placed right in front and there in the middle sat Anna and Kristofer. Beside Anna was her brother and Isabella. On Kristofer's side, his mother and father were seated.
They were facing the rest of the guests.
People known by society flooded the vicinity. Tables draped in white and gold cloth made the place look as it was meant to be. Against her better judgment, Anna wore something presentable. It was for the eyes of the people. Or more like, it was for the photos.
