“Tonight we welcome many distinguished guests,” he said, his voice rich and smooth. “Partners, investors, and friends who helped build our family legacy.”
Applause followed.
He continued, “And of course we welcome the groom family as well. Every story has a beginning. Some start in luxury. Some start in simpler places. We believe love can bridge any difference.”
His eyes drifted toward my father.
A few people chuckled politely.
Paula leaned toward the microphone.
“Yes,” she added, her smile thin. “We believe anyone can rise above their background. Even when that background is, well, rather modest.”
This time the laughter was awkward and scattered. I felt heat crawl up my neck. My eyes moved to my father.
He sat perfectly still. His face was composed. Only the shine in his eyes betrayed the sting of the moment.
Then Paula said the sentence that changed everything.
“At least Brandon will not inherit his father profession,” she said. “Because that would truly be a disaster for our family reputation.”
The ballroom froze. No one laughed this time. No one moved. The insult hung in the air like smoke.