Judy’s POV
Slowly, the noise in the house changed.
The laughter became softer.
The movement slowed.
Plates were filled, glasses were raised, and people finally settled into their seats.
The dinner party had truly begun.
Rich men and women sat comfortably, eating and drinking like this was normal life. Their voices blended together, creating a low hum that filled the large hall. Soft music played in the background. The lights were warm, golden, and flattering.
I stood upstairs, my hands shaking slightly.
Then the MC’s voice rose above everything.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen,” he said happily, holding the microphone, “please join me as we welcome our new bride… Mrs Judy Jones!”
Thunderous applause filled the hall.
Clap.
Clap.
Clap.
My heart sank straight to my stomach.
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