The Sterling Room restaurant was a symphony of celebration. Crisp white tablecloths, glittering crystal chandeliers, and the soft, elegant strains of a string quartet all spoke of a grand and joyful occasion. Today, Anna and Leo were joining their lives, and it seemed nothing could possibly mar the perfection of the day.
Anna, in a modest but elegant rented wedding dress, felt a little out of place under the constant, appraising gazes. She had dreamed of this dress since she was a little girl, and Leo, her sweet Leo, had made sure she could have it for their special day. He, by contrast, looked perfectly at ease in an expensive designer suit, carefully selected by his mother, Eleanor Harris. Eleanor, a tall, stately woman with a gaze as cold and sharp as ice, held herself with the regal bearing of a queen. She surveyed the room with a faint air of disdain. She was a successful, powerful businesswoman, accustomed to luxury and attention. This lavish wedding, Anna suspected, was less a celebration of their love and more a testament to Eleanor’s own status.
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