A few guests began to clap, a ripple of support that grew into a wave of applause. My heart swelled with gratitude for those who saw beyond the superficial, who recognized the simple truth that everyone deserves a place at the table, regardless of how they arrive there.

Lila looked around, her face a mix of anger and humiliation. “This was supposed to be my day,” she whispered, tears brimming her eyes.

“And it still can be,” I said gently, trying to bridge the chasm between us. “But it starts with acceptance, with embracing the reality that life isn’t perfect. It’s messy and complicated, but that’s what makes it beautiful.”