The atmosphere in the hall shifted dramatically from joyous celebration to utter disbelief. The hum of chatter gave way to scattered gasps and whispers. Guests looked at each other, unsure of how to react. The opulence of the day—the ornate floral arrangements, the luxurious table settings, the high-end menu—suddenly felt hollow and exposed.
Amid the commotion, I could see my son, Jason, and his bride, Amelia, standing as if rooted to the spot. Jason’s face was a mixture of shock and embarrassment, while Amelia’s expression was harder to read, a blend of defiance and vulnerability.
