That I chose treatment over appearances.
And from that day, she said, I wasn’t just welcomed into the family.
I was wanted.
Then she looked at my mom.
And said she would personally make sure my mom got every treatment she needed.
I didn’t even realize I was crying until I felt the tears on my face.
Liliana reached for me.
And I fell into her arms like I was fourteen again.
My mom came forward too, wig slightly askew, eyes glassy.
She wrapped her arms around both of us.
Thomas finally stepped in, voice soft.
He admitted he had no idea about the dress.
Or about any of it.
“It means everything,” Liliana said.
Then she turned to the crowd like a judge delivering final judgment.
“Now,” she said, “unless anyone else has something to say… I believe we have a wedding to enjoy.”
And just like that, the ceremony continued.
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