“For forty years,” she said, her voice trembling beautifully, “Charles has been my rock. A man of honor, a devoted husband, a devoted father…”
The room applauded.
I adjusted my tie in the foyer and walked in.
Everyone rose.
I smiled, shook hands, and climbed onto the stage.
Margaret embraced me for the cameras.
“You look wonderful, my love,” she whispered.
“Thank you, darling.”
I stepped to the microphone.
“Many of you are here tonight because you believe you are witnessing a transfer of power,” I began. “A passing of the torch.”
Ethan straightened proudly.
“You are,” I said. “But before we discuss the future, we must understand the foundation this family was built on.”
The room went quiet.
“People often ask me the secret to a forty-year marriage. Loyalty. Devotion. Trust.”
I turned toward Margaret.
Her smile faltered.
“Tonight,” I said, “I’ve decided to show you my secret.”
I pressed a small button in my pocket.
The lights went dark.
The massive screen behind me flickered to life.
The bridal lounge footage appeared.
