Just as he was grappling with these thoughts, Sarah, one of Anna’s close friends, approached him. “Oliver, I couldn’t help but notice you’re a bit out of sorts,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in his troubled expression. “Whatever you’re thinking of doing—don’t. This is Anna’s day. Don’t ruin it.”
Her words were like a bucket of cold water, jolting him back to the gravity of the situation. But as he glanced again at Anna, her eyes meeting his across the room for a split second, he felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility. She deserved to know the truth, whatever the cost.