He made his way there and stood quietly near the entrance, trying not to be noticed. Inside, long tables glowed under chandeliers, heavy with roasted meats, delicate desserts, and glasses filled with cold drinks.
A kitchen assistant spotted him hovering nearby, his eyes far too serious for his age. Moved by pity, she handed him a warm plate and whispered, “Sit there and eat quickly, sweetheart. Don’t let anyone see you.”
Evan thanked her and ate silently, savoring every bite. As he ate, he watched the room—the music, the elegant suits, the dresses shimmering under the lights. He wondered if his mother lived in a world like this, or if she struggled somewhere as he did.
Then the master of ceremonies spoke. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the bride.”
The music changed, and everyone turned toward the staircase draped in white flowers. She appeared slowly, wrapped in a flawless white gown, her smile calm and bright. Her long black hair fell softly over her shoulders.
Evan froze.
It wasn’t her beauty that stopped him—it was the bracelet on her wrist. Red. Braided. Worn. Frayed in exactly the same places.