Ethan gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “Let’s go,” he whispered.As we made our way out, the guests erupted into hushed murmurs, some embarrassed, others in awe. Maya ran up to us, tears in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Athena,” she said, her voice choked with regret. “I should have stood up for you.”

I smiled at her, feeling the weight of the evening lift. “It’s okay, Maya. As long as you remember what’s truly important.”

Together, Ethan and I walked out of the mansion, hand in hand, leaving behind the hollow grandeur for the warmth of our genuine life. The night air was crisp and refreshing, a stark contrast to the stifling atmosphere of judgment and pretense we had just left.

As we drove away, I realized that respect isn’t given by those who hoard wealth and status, but by those who understand the value of a kind heart and an honest life. And in that moment, I knew I had everything I needed.