The sun beat down on a breathtaking wedding venue — white stone gardens, crystal chandeliers under a towering silk canopy, and violinists playing beside a marble fountain. It was the kind of wedding that people whispered about for weeks: expensive, glamorous, and elite.
Just beyond the entrance gates stood a young Black woman. Nobody noticed her. Not the waiters, not the ushers, not the well-dressed guests in sequined gowns and designer suits. No one paid her any attention until she stepped onto the cobbled path in a delicate lace wedding dress, holding a bouquet of white peonies.
That’s when everything changed. The music faltered. Guests stopped talking. All eyes turned to her. It was Beatrice Langston, the groom’s mother, who reacted first. Wearing a silver gown and fury on her face, she stormed over. “What do you…..Read Full Story Here..…………….
