…a sudden, unexpected commotion erupted at the far end of the ballroom. The clinking of cutlery paused, and a ripple of murmurs spread through the crowd. I turned my head just in time to see a familiar face, a man wearing an odd mix of a suit jacket over a casual t-shirt, striding confidently towards the head table. His demeanor was strikingly out of place in the formal setting.
Robert’s grip on my hand tightened. “We need to leave. Now,” he whispered urgently, his voice barely audible over the growing murmur of confusion.
“What’s going on?” I asked, bewildered, my eyes darting between Robert’s tense expression and the scene unfolding in front of us.
