Stacy stood holding Mr. Qin's hand amidst the crowd, feeling an unexpected sense of security wash over her. The vibrant hum of conversation filled the room, punctuated by the occasional clink of glasses and bursts of laughter.
Her gaze wandered through the sea of faces, finally resting on her mother, whose radiant smile seemed to light up the entire room. Her father, typically reserved, wore a rare warm smile that brought a lump to her throat.
The emotional turmoil within her grew stronger—an intricate mix of pain and joy. She knew this scene was too good to be true, a fabricated reality born out of a contractual marriage.
She mustered a smile in return, her heart aching with the wish that this moment were real, shared with someone she truly loved.
Her eyes caught those of her friend An Xin, who was beaming with genuine happiness for her. Stacy's heart swelled with appreciation for everyone who had gathered to celebrate this day with her.
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