He Forgot The Mic Was Live

I stood in the center of the stage, the champagne flute trembling just a fraction of an inch in my hand.

Three hundred and twenty pairs of eyes snapped simultaneously from the massive line-array speakers flanking the stage, straight to me.

I didn't move.

Because I was the one who had turned that microphone on.

A woman’s voice, laced with a familiar, airy laugh, suddenly drifted through the state-of-the-art sound system. "How much did you actually spend on her ring?"

Carlton’s voice followed immediately. "Twelve thousand."