Gregory's grip on my hand tightened as we stepped through the double doors. The echo of applause reverberated through the grand hall, and my eyes, filled with a mixture of nerves and forced smiles, greeted the familiar faces welcoming us. George and Felice had organized a celebration in their sprawling residence, a lavish party that buzzed with activity. People swarmed around us, their voices blending with the flashing camera lights that aimed relentlessly in our direction.
A wave of unease washed over me—an overwhelming feeling that I was betraying myself. All my life, I had fought to avoid moments like these—social gatherings that seemed designed solely to inflate egos, to showcase appearances. Yet, here I was, standing as Greg's wife, living a life I had never envisioned. Was this truly the life I wanted? Was it worth it—because I loved him?
