All eyes locked onto Augustine as everyone present held their breath in curiosity while some of them gaze was lit up in anticipation, others narrowed in suspicion.
The silence was almost deafening… no whispers, no movement, not even the soft hum of background music, which had faded for some time now.
Augustine exhaled sharply, the sound echoing through the stillness. "Hello, everyone," he said, his voice low but steady.
He raised a hand in a timid wave, fingers trembling slightly under the weight of hundreds of stares.
"So, tonight… tonight I've come to realize that some people have made it their mission to throw wild accusations about my private life."
Augustine paused, his chest rising as he drew in a shaky breath.
His eyes flicked across the room catching the glow of phone screens raised in the air, recording, capturing and feeding on the tension.
