Chapter 18

When she heard the questioning tone, Celeste's heart skipped a beat. She steadied herself, took a deep breath, and pushed the door open, walking in with composure. "It's me." Seeing who it was, both Oliver and April's expressions changed. Still, Oliver forced a polite smile, holding back his irritation. "What brings you here, Celeste?" Celeste looked between the two, her voice innocent but clearly knowing more than she let on. "I overheard some arguing. Isn't a wedding supposed to be a happy thing? Why all the tension?" Oliver's face grew stiff from the obvious rhetorical question. "You must've misheard. We were just talking a little loud, that's all." He barely masked the contempt in his gaze, like he saw her as nothing but a powerless outsider. With a tight smile, he added, "If there's nothing urgent, you might want to step out. We still have some... private matters to discuss as a couple." "Couple?" Celeste examined them slowly, her eyes suddenly growing chilly. Her tone sharpened a