Kingsley's POV
"So you must have accepted me as your mate because you love me too?"
After a cheer, Finley took the microphone and locked eyes with Freya. The people around her gradually fell silent, all anticipating Freya's response, and so did I.
Freya slowly lifted her head, appearing a bit flustered, perhaps uncomfortable with the situation, or maybe internally uncertain as well.
She stood there without nodding or declining, and the time stretched on, making it feel like a century had passed.
I couldn't allow any chance for her to answer him, so while everyone held their breath waiting for Freya to reply, I discreetly made my way to the DJ booth.
When no one was paying attention, I turned the volume up to the maximum, causing a deafening sound that resonated across the dance floor, prompting everyone to instinctively cover their ears amid screams of excitement.
This interruption helped alleviate Freya's predicament somewhat.