Grant stared down at the shattered remains of his champagne flute, disbelief and mounting anger building rapidly as he took in the scene around him — the spreading puddle of champagne across the marble floor, the shocked expressions of nearby guests, and the waitress standing before him, breathing hard from her sprint across the ballroom.
Several nearby wedding guests gasped audibly, their expressions carrying exaggerated shock at witnessing the sudden, dramatic disruption to what had been, moments earlier, an entirely ordinary reception toast. Isabelle, standing beside him in her elaborate lace gown and veil, pressed a hand to her mouth, her expression carrying visible, horrified surprise.
Grant turned toward the waitress, his composure entirely abandoned now, fury building rapidly in the wake of his public humiliation. "What are you doing, idiot?" he snapped, his voice carrying sharp, aggressive frustration loud enough to draw further attention from the surrounding crowd.