After the ceremony, I managed to approach Daniel during the reception. I tried to mask my turmoil with a congratulatory smile, but my voice betrayed me when I spoke. “Daniel, the resemblance… it’s remarkable. Who is she?”

Daniel laughed, misunderstanding my question. “She’s Mary, my Mary,” he said, his eyes twinkling with the joy of a man who had just married the love of his life. “Why, do you think she looks like someone?”

I hesitated, unsure of how to voice what was on my mind. Finally, I simply nodded. “She looks so much like Emily.”

Daniel’s expression softened, and for a moment, he looked at me with a mix of sympathy and understanding. “I see it now,” he said quietly. “You know, when I first met her, I thought the same thing. But she’s her own person, unique in so many ways.”