8
"Please safeguard this with utmost care, as my trusted companion!"
I spoke these words as I passed a meticulously prepared gift box to Orion.
If he was so intent on maintaining his charade, I was determined to observe just how long he could sustain the act.
Orion accepted the box with a forced grin, his hands quivering slightly.
He refrained from opening it immediately, instead attempting to quickly pass it to another groomsman.
"Vincent, I appreciate your gesture. Can we please avoid any further disruption today?"
I responded with a subtle smile before shifting my attention to Isla.
"Don't you want to know what's inside?"
"It might hold more significance for you than you realize."
Curiosity tends to eat away at people, and Isla was no exception. After a brief moment of hesitation, she reluctantly began to open the box.
Soon after, the color drained from her face.
Her grip on the box became unsteady, shaking noticeably.