The grand chandelier sparkled above the elegant wedding hall. Guests in black suits and shimmering gowns whispered politely as waiters glided by with glasses of champagne. At the center of the room, the bride—a beautiful white woman in a flowing white gown stood beaming beside her handsome groom, both surrounded by an air of happiness and wealth.
No one noticed the small pair of eyes watching from behind the heavy velvet curtains. The boy, no older than ten, stood barefoot, wearing nothing but torn brown pants and an old shirt hanging off his thin body. His dark skin was smudged with dust. His belly growled quietly.
Outside, no one had paid attention when the boy snuck past the catering truck unloading supplies at the back door. He knew this place. He had watched the workers. He had listened to them speak of the wedding the richest family in the city. The boy wasn’t there to steal. He was there for something more important. Clutching a folded, crumpled photo in one hand, he whispered to himself, “She’s here. I know it.” Moments earlier, he had tried to….Read Full Story Here…………………………..
