It felt like a scourer scratching down her arm. Rua looked up to Renwick standing beside her. His eyes twinkled with mischief, like he knew all too well how uncomfortable she was, but his voice was a beautiful, smooth baritone. The singing abruptly finished, and everyone watched Rua in bated silence. Was she meant to say something? “Make a wish,” Renwick murmured, tipping his head toward the cake.
