"Congratulations to Samantha and Lazarus, who got married a week ago," Azazel announced, lifting his glass slightly. "I wish you both a successful and happy married life filled with obstacles—" On his word the room fell silent and One by one, heads turned toward him.
Julie's brows rose. Lisa's mouth fell slightly open, while Denovan slowly lowered his glass. Samantha stared at Azazel in disbelief, and even Lazarus gave him a long, unimpressed look.
Azazel blinked.
He slowly lowered his glass and cleared his throat.
"Ehmm… I mean, a successful married life with no obstacles," he quickly corrected, flashing an innocent smile.
The tension disappeared almost instantly.
Laughter erupted around the room, with some of them doubling over as they tried to contain themselves.
"My grandson, you are too much," Lisa said, shaking her head as laughter still danced in her voice.
Denovan merely leaned back in his chair, a quiet smile pulling at the corners of his lips.
