She paused.
Then she added another sentence.
*If June still wants to talk about her school performance, I’d be happy to listen.*
She pressed send.
James looked at her.
“Are you planning another dance?”
Elena glanced at the photograph.
“I’m not planning anything yet.”
He smiled.
“Good. Because we’re supposed to be on our honeymoon next week.”
“I remember.”
“And I promised you a quiet breakfast tomorrow.”
“You did.”
He leaned closer.
“Then perhaps we should go home before somebody asks you to dance again.”
Elena laughed.
“That might be wise.”
***
Three days later, the first wedding video appeared in the family group chat.
Vivian had shared it.
The clip was only seventeen seconds long.
It showed Elena rising from her wheelchair with Claire and James supporting her.
The camera shook slightly as guests gasped.
Then it ended before Elena sat down.
Beneath it, Vivian had written:
*Our beautiful bride stood up and danced! A miracle!*
Elena stared at the message.
Her stomach tightened.
The video didn’t show the wheelchair dance.
It didn’t show James stepping beside her.
