From Best Friend To Fiancé (Savannah and Roman) novel Chapter 74

**From Best Friend To Flancé**

**Chapter 74**

The banquet hall was a vision of elegance, every detail meticulously arranged. Crisp white linen adorned the tables, its silky texture inviting to the touch, while heavy silver cutlery gleamed under the soft glow of the chandeliers. Bone china plates, edged with delicate gold, awaited the sumptuous feast that was about to unfold.

In this refined atmosphere, the waiters moved gracefully, clad in black waistcoats and white gloves, as if they were part of an intricate ballet. They glided between the tables, each carrying silver trays laden with shimmering champagne flutes and polished wine glasses, their movements practiced and fluid.

As the first course was served, tiny porcelain bowls of lobster bisque appeared, steam rising from them in fragrant spirals, filling the room with an intoxicating aroma that mingled with the warmth of the evening. The scent of seared filet mignon wafted through the air, accompanied by fresh herbs and a hint of vanilla bean from the dessert station tucked away at the far end of the hall. My senses were overwhelmed by the opulence of it all.

Just as I began to savor the moment, the best man, Henry, stood to deliver his speech. I recognized him as one of Dean’s college buddies, a familiar face from the past. Oddly enough, I couldn’t help but notice that the shirt he wore seemed to be a hand-me-down from Dean himself, a relic of their shared history.

With a confident grin, Henry lifted his champagne glass, his expression suggesting he felt more like a comedian at a roast than a speaker at a rehearsal dinner. “Well,” he began, stretching the word out, causing some guests to shift uncomfortably in their seats. “I’ve known Dean for quite a while now, and during that time, I’ve witnessed him make some… interesting choices.”

I felt tension radiating from Dean, his eyes shooting daggers at Henry, as if he were aware of some unspoken truth that the rest of us were oblivious to. A few polite chuckles rippled through the crowd, but I could feel the unease in the air. I rolled my eyes, my gaze drifting upward to the ornate crystal chandeliers that sparkled above, momentarily seeking refuge from the awkwardness unfolding before me. Henry and I had never quite seen eye to eye, even back in the college days.

“But the thing about Dean,” Henry continued, tilting his glass in Dean’s direction with a flourish, “is that he’s a man who likes to… explore his options before settling down.”

The laughter that followed was scattered and uneasy, and I felt my stomach twist in knots. Roman, sitting beside me, had his jaw clenched so tightly that I could almost hear the grinding of his teeth. His gaze was fierce, almost murderous.

Henry’s eyes darted toward me for just a fleeting moment before he returned his focus to Dean. “Case in point—our groom here didn’t just stumble upon the love of his life. Oh no, he took the scenic route.” His tone was teasing, but I could feel the weight of the words hanging in the air. “But one thing I commend him for is sticking to one family.”

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