(Michelle Lui's POV)
The pumpkin-shaped bowl glowed from the interior lights, cute and harmless—
which was exactly why it felt suspicious.
Very suspicious.
Especially because Andy Peng, illusionist cape swishing dramatically, was holding it with the grin of someone who absolutely rigged something.
I narrowed my eyes.
"Andy," I murmured, "you didn't… plan anything, did you?"
He placed a hand on his chest. "Michelle. My Chelle. I am wounded—WOUNDED—by your lack of faith."
The group collectively groaned because yes, this man was dramatic.
And absolutely planning something.
--
The entire ballroom buzzed with excitement as the last card was revealed.
Andy beamed like the world's most chaotic game show host.
Vince pumped his fist.
Jeff solemnly accepted his fate.
Kate clapped her hands.
Lara groaned good-naturedly.
Jasmine's smile strained a little too tight.
And Steven—
Steven didn't react at all.
Which meant he was absolutely reacting.
I swallowed.
Okay.
