The mother-in-law looked down on the bride’s mother for her humble life. She couldn’t fathom the quiet pain that woman carried. When Elena spoke, the entire room lowered their heads.

Elena smiled for the first time.

— No, darling. You stay. This is your life. Just never forget who you are.

Alejandro stood beside Camila.

— If she leaves, I’m leaving too.

Elena looked at them both and nodded.

— Then let’s go.

As they left the Mexico City hall, no one blocked their path. No one laughed again. Behind them remained a heavy silence, and a wealthy woman who, for the first time in her life, felt truly poor.