Every head turned when she moved, every voice rose when she smiled. She was the bride-to-be, the daughter my parents had always dreamed of: elegant, admired, flawless.
The ballroom was a palace of glass and gold. Crystal chandeliers spilled light over tables dressed in ivory linens, while a string quartet wove melodies soft as silk. Two hundred guests clinked champagne flutes, laughter rising like bubbles in the air. At the center of it all stood Clara—our family’s shining star—gleaming in a gown … Read more