Charlotte’s expression shifted, a mix of surprise and a hint of shame. Daniel stood up from his seat, his eyes meeting mine, filled with an apology he couldn’t quite voice amid the chaos of the evening. He walked over to Noah, placing his hands on his nephew’s shoulders.

“Thank you, Noah,” he said, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity. “You’re absolutely right. Your mom is amazing, and I’m truly grateful for everything she’s done.”

The guests, sensing the shift in atmosphere, began to engage in light-hearted conversations once more. The tension that had filled the room slowly dissipated, replaced by a more genuine sense of celebration.