With Lucy's words still hanging in the faintly sweet air of the cathedral-like venue, the initial shock that had frozen the group began to thaw into cautious movement.
Slowly, almost as a single organism, the guests began to walk toward the clusters of jewel-toned seating, their eyes inevitably drawn to the three individuals waiting in the center of the vast, breathing room.
Liam stepped out from the loose procession, moving to the front with a relaxed smile. He glanced back over his shoulder, his eyes catching the specific cluster of people he wanted with him.
"Come on," he said, gesturing to his friends, Daniel, and Whitlock. "There's someone you should meet."
