The moment Avey uttered the words, "Actually, the truth is… I'm pregnant," a ripple of silence washed over the grand hall. It wasn't just silence no murmurs, no whispers. It was the kind of silence that bore into the ears, heavy and suffocating, as though the air itself had frozen in disbelief.
Every head turned toward her, and every pair of eyes widened in shock. No one dared to breathe.
Pregnant?
The word lingered in the minds of the guests like an explosion still echoing. Slowly, the shock registered, expressions morphing from stunned disbelief to confusion and, finally, intrigue.
Someone in the crowd stammered, "P... pr… pregnant?" barely managing to whisper, as if saying it louder would make it more real.
