“Evelyn,” he greeted me, with a voice that tried hard to sound casual, yet betrayed a hint of unease. “I’m glad you could make it.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I replied, my voice steady, my gaze unwavering. Beside him, his bride watched, curiosity etched across her delicate features. She was beautiful and poised—the epitome of the elite world Adrian had aspired to enter.

Our daughters, with their matching dresses and innocent smiles, waved at him. His gaze softened momentarily, a reflection of the once-proud father he had been, however briefly, before responsibilities became burdens in his eyes.