With a confidence I admired, William walked to the center of the dance floor, among the eager group of single men, with a gleam in his eye that promised mischief. Lydia, who had been watching from the sidelines, suddenly looked nervous. Her meticulously planned moment was about to unravel.
Richard tossed the garter, and with swift precision, William caught it, holding it triumphantly. The room erupted into applause, but there was a hint of confusion. Lydia’s carefully orchestrated spectacle was veering off course, and she knew it.
William approached me with a dramatic bow, garter in hand. The room quieted, the air thick with anticipation. He knelt down on one knee, and for a second, my heart stopped. What was he doing?
