“Matthew, you don’t understand—” she stammered, but he cut her off with a sharp wave of his hand.
“No, Lila. I do understand. I’ve been watching you dismiss her and others, all for some superficial image of perfection. But perfection isn’t about the absence of flaws; it’s about embracing the imperfections, the things that make life real and beautiful.”
Guests exchanged glances, some murmuring in agreement, others captivated by the unfolding drama. The tension in the air was palpable, a stark contrast to the serene beauty of the garden setting.
