There were no reporters, investors, or chandeliers.
Just the two friends who had witnessed our vows and a judge who remembered us.
Adrian glanced at the ring on my hand.
“You are wearing it the right way now,” he said.
I looked at the gold band turned outward against my skin.
For most of my life, I had hidden anything precious so my family could not take it, mock it, or use it against me.
That day, I understood I did not need to hide.
Not my marriage.
Not my name.
And never again, my power.
