During the reception, Mia gave a short toast. “To love that grows stronger through challenge,” she said, eyes resting briefly on Eleanor. “And to family, who remind us that strength often comes from grace.” The applause was warm, but Eleanor’s face remained unreadable.
Later that night, as guests danced and laughter filled the air, a firm email ping on Mia’s phone distracted her. It was from the board. “We’ll need you at the Whitmore contract review next week.” She glanced at Eleanor across the room, smiling softly. Life, it seemed, had come a full circle.