A Toast To Love
Vince’s mother, Carol, clinked her glass to capture everyone’s attention, her voice brimming with warmth as she proclaimed, “Let’s raise a toast to love and family.” Her eyes sparkled with pride as they settled on Vince, clearly viewing him as the golden boy. Glasses lifted in unison, the room filled with fond sentiments and the cheerful clinking of crystal. I forced a smile, feeling strangely detached from the affectionate scene—because beneath that perfect surface, I was preparing to tear the illusion apart.
A Toast To Love
Heavy Glass
As everyone raised their glasses, mine felt inexplicably heavy in my hand. I paused briefly, then joined in with a practiced smile, hiding the storm within. Around me, voices echoed with cheerful toasts—“To family!” and “To love!”—while Vince soaked in the praise, his grin wide and self-satisfied. To anyone watching, we looked like the perfect couple, but beneath the surface, I was counting down to the moment of truth, the weight of the glass a reminder of the secret I was about to unleash.
Heavy Glass
