Vanessa’s POV
As the wedding festivities continued into the night, I found myself seated alone at a table, a silent observer amidst the swirling chaos of laughter and music. The bride and groom, locked in their own world on the dance floor, kept stealing glances in my direction, their tension palpable even from across the room.
My parents, conspicuous in their absence, remained distant, their cold indifference serving as a painful reminder of the fractured relationship that had driven me away. It was a harsh reality to confront, the stark realization that even amidst a crowd of familiar faces, I remained an outsider, estranged from the very people who should have offered me comfort and support.
Meanwhile, Amelia moved effortlessly through the crowd, her laughter and charm a stark contr
