The Invitation That Opened Old Wounds
The invitation arrived on heavy cream cardstock, golden letters spelling out Gavin’s new life.
His bride, Serena, was everything he’d always wanted — wealthy, elegant, untouchable.
For Amara, reading those words felt like swallowing glass.
She almost threw it away. But Laya stopped her.
“Go, Mom,” her daughter said softly. “Not to cause trouble — just so he sees. He should know what he left behind.”
Amara agreed.
What she didn’t know was that Laya had her own plan — she had signed up to work the reception with the catering staff. Not as a guest, but as a shadow — watching, waiting.
