Sandra's natural arrogance seemed to forsake her for a moment. She removed her gaze from mine and muttered, "Fine, I will tell you."
Everybody became calm, and silence fell into the grave hall, causing it to return to its natural state. But the serene atmosphere soon got polluted with Sandra's voice.
"I was wondering, what if I have to call off our engagement?" Sandra asked, turning to meet my direct gaze. Unlike her, her demeanor was drenched in somewhat emotional regret.
'Is she serious about this question? Or, is this connected to her father?' I thought.
"Why the sudden question?" I asked, confusion spreading across my face. "I mean, what could be your reasons for wanting to call it off?"
For the first time, a tear dropped from Sandra's eyes, landing with a gentle plop on the floor.
I thought I was the only one to have been perplexed until I turned back and saw that Muna had released the hands she had initially clenched across her chest, looking so concernedly at me.
