Third POV
Zzzzzp!
Click!
Crack!
The microphone died abruptly. The large LCD that had been live-streaming the wedding went black, shutting down instantly.
The chandelier hanging above the stage flickered erratically before plunging the hall into darkness.
Guests exchanged uneasy glances, and within seconds, the hall descended into chaos.
"What happened?"
"What's going on?"
"Why would it go off at this moment?"
Bruce's head snapped to the direction of the screen in confusion but that was just for a brief moment.
Seeing the MC hurrying towards the main control room to check on the electronics, he paused.
The wedding came to a complete halt. Bruce and Phina stood rooted on the stage, waiting for the technical unit to correct whatever fault had occurred, especially since the final stage of the ceremony was yet to be completed.
Standing stiffly on the stage, Bruce's cold gaze swept through the hall until it settled at the back, where Adrian, Linda, and Stella were seated.
