Chapter 32 - The Golden Hour Reception
The evening reception was a magnificent feast of slow-roasted barbecue, artisan salads, homemade pies, and endless laughter. String lights woven through the oak trees cast a warm, magical golden glow over the tables as dusk settled over the neighborhood.
During the speeches, Marcus Vance stood up with a glass of sparkling cider in hand.
"For those of you who don't know me, I’ve been Rick’s corporate counsel through some of the rockiest terrain a man can navigate," Marcus began, smiling warmly at the newlyweds. "I watched Rick walk away from a toxic corporate marriage and a fake social world with nothing more than his dignity and a box of meal trays. And I’ve watched him build an empire of real innovation, real community, and real love right here on Elm Tree Lane. Rick, you proved that character always wins in the end."
Applause rippled through the tables. Rick raised his glass toward Marcus in grateful acknowledgment, then looked over at Claire, who rested her head happily against his shoulder.
Later, as the music swelled and guests began dancing on the wooden deck, Jack walked up to Rick with a quiet, knowing look in his eyes.
"Your mother would have loved her, son," Dad said softly, watching Claire laugh with some of the trade apprentices.
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"I know she would have, Dad," Rick replied, putting his arm around his father's shoulders. "In fact, I think she helped me find her."
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