What Wealth Cannot Measure

My brother Logan was preparing to marry Isabella Fontaine at the elegant Azure Heights Estate.

The ballroom shimmered with crystal chandeliers and white roses. Guests greeted one another in tailored suits and formal gowns, while musicians filled the room with quiet music.

My parents and I took our seats near the back.

My father wore the same dark suit he had owned for years.

My mother chose a simple navy dress she had carefully pressed that morning.

Neither of them seemed concerned with appearances. They had spent their lives working diligently, providing for our family, and avoiding unnecessary attention.

Their quiet manner had always reflected who they were.

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