A ripple of laughter moved across the room. At first it was hesitant because people were checking whether the bride really meant it, but once the first few laughed the sound grew stronger.
Felicia continued, enjoying the moment. “She is very brave though,” she added with mock admiration. “Still trying, still showing up to family events like a vintage item someone forgot to throw away.”
Someone near the bar snorted loudly.
Then my mother leaned toward the microphone at her own table and spoke with delighted energy. “Well she is technically a used product,” Judith said, her eyes shining with amusement. “But she still works and she even comes with a challenging little boy. Two for one.”
The room exploded with real laughter this time.
Grayson buried his face into my shoulder and his breathing became fast and uneven. Heat rushed to my face and my legs refused to move because humiliation can freeze a person in place.
At the head table, the groom had been sitting quietly with his hands folded. His name was Collin Bennett, a tall man in his early thirties with the calm posture of someone who had spent years learning patience.
Now he slowly pushed his chair back from the table.
The scraping sound cut cleanly through the laughter.
Heads began turning one after another as the room realized something unexpected was happening. The DJ lowered the music instinctively because even he could sense the shift in the air.
Collin stood up and reached for the microphone, his expression controlled and steady as he looked first at Felicia, then at my mother, and finally at me holding my son near the back wall.
When he spoke his voice was calm enough that every person in the ballroom could hear it clearly.
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