Just before they stepped out into the banquet hall, the music within the venue shifted almost imperceptibly. What had once been a lively background arrangement softened into something slower, gentler, and unmistakably romantic. The change was subtle, yet deliberate, as though the entire room itself had taken a quiet breath in anticipation. It served as an unspoken signal, announcing to every guest present that the moment they had been waiting for was about to begin.
Micah noticed it immediately.
The faint shift in melody tightened something in his chest, and the calm he had been trying to maintain began to slip. His fingers twitched slightly at his sides before he lifted one hand to adjust his cuff again, even though it had already been perfectly straightened moments earlier.
