The Perfect Beginning
The wedding hall shimmered under crystal chandeliers. Guests clinked glasses, the scent of roses floated in the air, and laughter rippled like music. The bride glowed in her ivory gown, the groom’s gaze never leaving her face. Everything looked like a fairytale—perfect, flawless, untouchable.
But perfection never lasts.
The Uninvited Guest
The doors banged open. Conversations broke mid-sentence. Heads turned.
A man stumbled in—barefoot, with torn, mud-stained clothes, his gray hair tangled, his face weathered by years of hardship. The scent of the streets clung to him.
The room reacted instantly. Women covered their noses, men frowned, children whispered.
