Jonathan froze.
He recognized that face.
More radiant. More polished. More powerful.
It was Emma.
But she wasn’t alone.
Emma opened the back door.
Two little girls stepped out.
Twins.
About five years old. Wearing white dresses like little angels.
And their faces…
Jonathan’s relatives gasped.
The children were unmistakably his. Same eyes. Same nose. Same face.
Emma walked down the red carpet holding the twins’ hands. The sound of her heels felt like hammer strikes against Jonathan’s chest.
No guard dared stop her.
She stopped in the middle of the aisle and looked straight at Jonathan, who was now pale and shaking.
“Emma?” he whispered. “Is that really you?”
Emma smiled calmly.
“Hello, Jonathan. Thanks for the invitation. You said ‘wear your best dress,’ right? I just followed your instruction.”
