Odin, what's going on?

Odin made his way out of the wedding hall toward the entrance when he spotted Griffin. His brows furrowed in confusion, and he approached Griffin with lightning speed.

"Why are you here?" Odin demanded, his voice edged with suspicion.

Griffin crossed his arms, meeting Odin's gaze steadily. "I should be asking you that. Why have you come out with Venus?" he countered.

Seeing the need for privacy, Griffin pointed to their left, where a sprawling garden lay bathed in the soft glow of the evening. "Let's continue this conversation over there," he suggested, gesturing toward the secluded area.

"Venus's friend is getting married today. She insisted on coming, so I had to follow her here," Odin explained, his tone slightly defensive.

"Hmm. Take her home and don't let her leave the house," Griffin asserted firmly.

"Why? Is something going on?" Odin asked, his concern evident.