Reborn to Marry My Best Friend's Uncle novel Chapter 161

Irene arrived in a dark red gown, her hair set perfectly in place, and a kind smile on her face.

Christian stepped down from the platform at once and strode over. "Irene."

He naturally took over from Gary, stepping in to support Irene with his other arm.

Irene lifted her eyes, the warmth in them unmistakable as she patted the back of his hand.

"Thanks," she said.

Christian smiled gently and guided her to the main table, then helped her sit.

"Where's Annie? Is she still not ready?" Irene asked curiously, looking around but not spotting Annie anywhere.

"She's getting ready in the dressing room. You know how women are. They want to look their best," Christian replied softly, a note of indulgence in his voice.

Minutes ticked by, and the wedding march looped a third time.

The white archway stayed shut, with no sign of opening.

Soft whispers stirred among the guests, but Amelia's faint glance was all it took to silence them.

These were professional actors, and controlling a room was what they did best.

Christian's smile didn't change, but his gaze slowly darkened. He sensed something amiss.

Annie would never be late. If she had promised something, she wouldn't just show up late for no reason, especially not in front of Irene.

He figured that something must have happened.

Without drawing attention, Christian lifted his eyes toward the host and gave him a brief look. The experienced host caught it immediately, raised the microphone, and kept his tone light.

He said, "It looks like our bride is doing her final touches for that jaw-dropping entrance. Beauty is always worth the wait, isn't it?"

Laughter and applause rose from the crowd.

As the host worked the room, he quietly signaled to a staffer beside the stage.

The staffer nodded and hurried toward the back, heading straight for the dressing rooms.

At the main table, worry flickered across Irene's face.

"Why don't you call and check?" Irene leaned in slightly, her voice low. "I don't know why, but I just feel uneasy."

Christian turned his attention back to Irene and reached for her hand. Her fingers were cold, so he covered them with his warm palm.

"Irene, don't worry. Maybe the jewelry's complicated, or something went wrong with the makeup. They probably got held up."

His tone remained calm, but only he knew that his heart was already sinking.

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