toward the ballroom doors as if the world itself had cracked open.
Derek wore his ivory tuxedo like royalty.
Beside him stood Lena in a pale pink gown so close to white it felt intentional. Calculated.
In her arms slept one newborn.
In his arms slept the other.
My bouquet trembled once in my hand.
Then I made it stop.
“Surprise,” Derek announced, smiling like this was entertainment instead of humiliation. “I thought everyone should finally meet my sons.”
A ripple moved through the room.
Shock.
Pity.
Curiosity.
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