The room seemed to hold its breath. All eyes were on us. My heart pounded, but I kept my smile serene and my posture composed. This was the moment I had anticipated, the crescendo of what Margaret had unknowingly orchestrated.
David faltered, his gaze fixed on Alex. It was as if time had rewound, and the past was colliding with the present. “He looks just like you did at his age,” I said, my voice calm but carrying a hint of defiance.
Margaret’s eyes darted between David, Alex, and me, trying to piece together a puzzle whose solution was standing right in front of her. Her guests, who had come to witness an evening of opulence, found themselves captivated by the unfolding drama.
