Perhaps, she mused, this was not an invitation to humiliation—but an opportunity.
The grand venue sparkled with chandeliers and crystal glasses. Guests whispered about the millionaire groom and his radiant bride. Harper wore a gown of pearls and lace, her smile wide and confident.
But whispers turned into gasps when a white limousine pulled up outside.
From it stepped Olivia—elegant in a sapphire gown that shimmered with every step. But she wasn’t alone. Four little ones followed, dressed in matching outfits, holding her hands and looking around curiously.
The room fell silent.
“Is that… Olivia?” someone whispered.
“And… children?” another murmured.
Even the photographer’s flash slowed as the bridal party froze.
