C26 Amelia's Pov

I stood before Mark, tray in hand, my heart racing. "Excuse me, sir. Your drink," I said, trying to sound detached.

His eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. We stood face-to-face, the tension palpable.

"What are you doing here?" we asked in unison.

I cringed inwardly. That was a stupid question. He's getting married, after all.

Mark chuckled