At the reception, they seated me near the back with other older relatives they didn’t know what to do with. Most guests were from Cassandra’s side. Her family controlled everything—the speeches, the toasts, even the seating plan.

Then came the gift presentation.

I hadn’t known they’d do this. A videographer filmed as Liam and Cassandra opened gifts in front of everyone. Luxury suitcases, fine dishware, and envelopes stuffed with cash. Each gift drew cheers and gasps of delight.

They saved mine for last.

Cassandra lifted the box and smiled at the camera. “This one’s from Nana Bea!”

The room clapped politely. My heart raced as I smiled.

She pulled out the quilt and held it up. The hall went silent for a moment. Then she laughed, a sharp, tinkling sound that cut through me.