The black limousine slowed to a stop, polished so bright it reflected the hotel’s entire front facade. Guests whispered, craning their necks. Even David squinted, confused. He wasn’t expecting anyone important today.
The crowd fell silent as the driver opened the back door. Emily emerged slowly, hair pinned neatly, wearing an elegant, simple dress. It didn’t scream money; it whispered pure, undeniable, timeless class.
Right behind her, three children climbed out. Three identical little boys in matching tiny suits followed her. They held her hands tightly. Gasps moved through the guests like a sharp, cold wind.
Emily didn’t rush. She walked with calm confidence, as if she belonged there more than anyone. The triplets stayed close, their faces bright and curious. David felt something finally crack inside him.
