(LIAM'S POV)
The hallway felt like it had suddenly become a graveyard.
I stood there, my back pressed against the wall, watching Dylan and Roland exchange that look again. That silent communication that spoke volumes without a single word. And I was tired of being left out of the conversation.
"Okay," I said, my voice sharper than I intended. "I need you both to explain something to me."
Dylan blinked, pulling his attention back to me. "What is it, love?"
I crossed my arms as I looked at them seriously. "You both looked like someone died when Jonan handed you that wedding invitation. But you said it's just a wedding. A wedding is supposed to be a happy thing, right? People get married, they celebrate, they eat cake, they dance. So why do you both look like you're about to face a firing squad?"
Roland let out a slow breath, running a hand through his silver hair. "It's not the wedding itself, Liam. It's the people involved."
