Chapter 1: The Seat That Was Stolen
“Free cake. Free labor. That little bitch better not think she’s sitting with my family.””
Cynthia kept her smile perfectly polished.
Across the reception hall, soft golden lights reflected off crystal glasses. White roses decorated the tables, and a pianist played something gentle near the entrance. Guests laughed, exchanged greetings, and admired the enormous three-tier wedding cake displayed beneath a spotlight.
Nobody noticed the cruelty hiding behind Cynthia's pleasant expression.
Nobody heard the words inside her head.
Except that, if anyone had bothered to watch her closely, they might have noticed how satisfied she looked.
Alicia approached the table carrying a small handbag. Her champagne-colored dress moved softly around her knees. She had spent the entire afternoon helping prepare for the engagement celebration, and she had barely eaten anything.
Her fiancé, Andre, was seated at the family table.
There was an empty chair beside him.
Her chair.
Alicia smiled as she reached for it.
But before she could sit down, Cynthia's hand appeared.
The older woman picked up Alicia's name card.
Then she placed a small serving tray into Alicia's hands.
Brielle, Andre's younger sister, immediately slipped into the empty chair.
Everything happened within seconds.
The name card disappeared into Cynthia's hand.
The tray settled into Alicia's palms.
And Brielle leaned comfortably against the back of the chair that had been reserved for Alicia.
Cynthia's smile widened.
Alicia stared at the seat.
For a moment, she seemed unable to understand what had just happened.
Then she looked down at the tray.
It held several empty glasses.
“Where is my seat?”” Alicia asked.
Cynthia pointed toward the beverage station.
“Go help with the refreshments.””
Alicia blinked.
“Cynthia, I think there's been a mistake. I came here as—”
Brielle crossed one leg over the other.
“Well, then be generous.””
She reached for a glass of sparkling water without even looking at Alicia.
Alicia's cheeks warmed.
She had asked one simple question.
Somehow, she was now being treated as though she had refused to help an entire family.
And the woman lecturing her about generosity was sitting in the very seat that had been taken away from her.
“What's going on?””
Andre's voice came from the opposite side of the table.
He had just finished greeting an older relative. Turning around, he noticed Alicia standing with a tray in her hands.
His smile disappeared.
“Mom?””
Cynthia didn't even hesitate.
“She can help for a few minutes.””
Andre looked at the tray.
Then at Brielle.
Then at the empty space where Alicia's name card had been.
“She is my fiancée.””
Cynthia adjusted the bracelet on her wrist.
“She isn't family yet.””
Alicia slowly raised her eyes.
“But the cake I brought counts?””
The question landed harder than she intended.
Cynthia's expression tightened.
She knew exactly what Alicia meant.
The cake displayed in the center of the room had been Alicia's gift. She had spent three days preparing it, personally purchasing the ingredients, baking each layer, and decorating it with delicate sugar flowers.
Cynthia had proudly told every guest that her family had arranged the beautiful cake.
But somehow, the woman who made it wasn't allowed to sit at the family table.
“Don't embarrass him,” Cynthia replied.
Alicia looked at her.
Cynthia had just embarrassed her in front of dozens of guests.
Yet somehow, Alicia was being asked to protect Andre's reputation.
Andre pushed his chair back.
“That's enough.””
He stood, walked around the table, and gently took the tray from Alicia's hands.
He placed it on a nearby serving table.
Then he pulled out his own chair.
“Sit here, Alicia.””
She hesitated.
“Andre—”
“Please.””
He waited until she was comfortably seated.
Then he remained standing beside her.
Brielle was still occupying the chair originally meant for Alicia.
Nobody asked her to move.
Cynthia's smile had become noticeably thinner.
But Brielle seemed more concerned about something else.
She leaned forward.
“Tomorrow's cake is still happening, right?””
Alicia turned toward her.
“You're still asking for those cakes?””
Brielle shrugged.
“Of course. You promised.””
Cynthia stepped closer.
Her voice softened, but there was nothing gentle about her eyes.
“If you love him, bring the cakes tomorrow.””
Andre immediately turned toward his mother.
“Mom, stop.””
Cynthia pressed her lips together.
Andre looked directly at her.
“Let her decide.””
For the first time that evening, the entire table seemed to fall silent.
Cynthia waited.
Brielle waited.
Andre waited.
Alicia looked at the woman who had taken her name card.
Then she looked at the man standing beside her.
She drew a breath.
And opened her mouth.
But before a single answer escaped her lips, the reception photographer called everyone to gather for a family photograph.
Cynthia turned away first.
“Come on, everyone. We don't have all night.””
Alicia remained seated.
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And for the first time, she wondered whether tomorrow's cake was really the only thing this family expected from her.
Or whether they had already decided that loving Andre meant accepting whatever his mother demanded.
