As the slideshow ended with a beautiful shot of Daniel and I walking hand in hand under the moonlight, the room erupted into applause. It was clear to everyone that while Judith had tried to steal the spotlight, the day was unmistakably ours.

Later, as things wound down, Judith approached me. Her expression was a mix of embarrassment and grudging respect. “Ava,” she started, her voice softer than I’d ever heard it, “I might have gotten carried away. Your wedding was beautiful. You were beautiful. I’m sorry if I caused any trouble.”

“Thank you, Judith,” I replied, offering her a sincere smile. “I appreciate that.”