The atmosphere in Riley and Alistair’s home was buzzing with anticipation as they set up a simple yet elegant dinner table. The scent of roasted lamb, creamy mashed potatoes, and fresh garden salad filled the air. Candles flickered on the dining table, their golden glow casting a warm light against the polished wood. Tonight was not just about sharing a meal—it was about sharing the truth.
They had invited their families under the pretense of a dinner reception for their marriage. Though their wedding had been an intimate and spontaneous event, they knew they had to face their families sooner rather than later. So, they sent out the invitations, making sure to keep the details vague. As expected, the moment their families received the invitation, questions poured in. Was it true? Were the
