In the opulent Smith family residence, Camille and her mother, Dorca, were indulging in their fine wine while sharing heartfelt laughter. It seemed effortless to put an end to that persistent annoyance in their lives. "Mother, you really should have joined Dad at my wedding," Camille exclaimed, her laughter echoing through the room. "Oh, my dear, you understand that I cannot risk being embarrassed in front of society. The idea of me attending Samantha's union with that elderly man would tarnish our family's reputation," Dorca responded, savoring her wine in a dignified manner. "Samantha, why were you at my wedding?" Eliot, a question that had long haunted her, finally dared to ask.
