Emily POV
Nathan offers me his forearm again and gently, so as not to step on my dress, settles us next to Elizabeth, while Harry and Amelia stand next to Chris. In this way, we all face the front ready for the perfect family photo.
Except for Amelia, whose lifeless face kept torturing me.
"Good evening everyone" Chris takes the microphone and immediately interrupts the murmurs of the crowd by barely opening his mouth.
There, he eloquently articulates a speech about tradition, family, the absence of Blaz in the event, and economy that attracts everyone's attention devotedly to his imposing presence while to me, in the second stanza he loses me and my attention ends up separating from him, which immediately begins to travel around the guests with discretion, analyzing them and trying to identify them realizing that most of those looks were on me and that immediately after, they whispered under their breath with the next person as soon as they realized that they saw them.
