As I stepped away from the fountain, leaving a trail of water across the marble floor, my confidence grew with every stride. The whispers and snickers of the wedding guests faded into the background, replaced by the rhythmic beating of my heart. They thought they knew me, but they were about to see a side of me that they never imagined.
Reaching the grand entrance, I pulled out my phone, its screen still slick from the fountain. With a few quick taps, I dialed the number I knew by heart, the number of the one person who had always seen me for who I truly was. The phone rang twice before a deep, familiar voice answered.
“Meredith?” he asked, a hint of concern lacing his words.
