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I was trembling long before I reached the venue — long before the taxi rolled through the iron gates and into the sprawling estate that looked more like a European palace than a wedding venue.
At sixty-eight years old, I had lived through plenty of rooms designed to make people like me feel small. But nothing prepared me for that day.
The estate was buzzing with wealth — the kind you could smell in the polished marble, see in the tailored suits, and hear in the crisp laughter of people who…
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