A Public Jab

But then the reception began, and Charlotte showed another side.

She stood up to give her thank-you speech. At first, she was sweet—thanking her parents, bridesmaids, and new mother-in-law. I clapped politely with everyone else.

Then her voice shifted. With a small, tight smile, she said:

“And thank you to the rest of Daniel’s family. Even those who didn’t exactly match the dress code or formality we had hoped for.”

The words cut into me.

Some people laughed awkwardly. I froze. My eyes dropped to my dress. My heart pounded. Was she talking about me?

She wasn’t finished. Still smiling, she added:

“We’re starting a new chapter, and we’re so grateful to those who have embraced it. And for the ones who are still behind—we hope you’ll find your way.”

This time the laughter was louder. Guests glanced at me, and my cheeks burned.

I looked at Daniel, hoping for reassurance, but he only gave me a quick glance and turned away.

The air felt suffocating. Quietly, I slipped out to the garden, my heels echoing on the marble floor.