Noah went on, his small stature belying the strength in his words. “She didn’t mean to mess up the dress code or anything else. But she was really excited to be part of Uncle Daniel’s special day, just like me. So, if anyone thinks she doesn’t belong here, they’re wrong. My mom belongs wherever people who love each other are.”

The honesty and bravery in Noah’s words seemed to shift the air in the room. People began to murmur softly, truths about the bride’s harshness and a child’s earnest defense of his mother spreading like wildfire. Those who had been whispering now nodded in agreement, their eyes softening as they glanced in my direction.