I still remember how my heart was pounding. Daniel paused, and everyone stopped talking and laughing. Then he continued in a loud and clear voice, without blinking:
“Today is not just Carina and Marius’s day. It is also the day I want to honor someone special. Someone who has always been by my side, who has been patient, who has worked and loved without asking for anything in return. Isabela, please stand up.”
I felt paralyzed, with tears in my eyes. People turned to me, and Daniel’s mother seemed to start blinking in confusion, as if she couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Carina tried to smile, but her gaze was slightly frozen.
Daniel approached me and took my hand. “It doesn’t matter what the world says or how different we are. Our love is not measured in money, status, or appearances. It is measured by how we support and respect each other. Today, I want to make public what I have always felt — I love you and I want us to be together, without compromises.”
The room fell silent, then a wave of applause filled the air. People were smiling, some were even crying. I felt that every step I had taken that day, every folded napkin, every box lifted, all those little humiliations, were now just a frame for what was to come.
Carina approached, trying to say something, but Daniel looked at her calmly. “It’s time for you to understand that no insignificant gesture can erase what is authentic.” His sister stepped back, and Viviana nodded, not intervening further.
Together, Daniel and I walked to the center of the room, and he raised the microphone again: “Dear guests, thank you for being witnesses to this day. Not because it is Carina and Marius’s wedding, but because today we learned that the true value of a person does not lie in titles, wealth, or appearances. It lies in kindness, courage, and heart.”
I felt that every word stuck to my soul, like a comfort after years of uncertainty. In the end, Daniel whispered to me: “You will never be just a servant, Isabela. You are my love and my life partner. Today and forever.”
That evening, in the warm light of the chandeliers and lanterns, we danced our first dance as official fiancés. All the guests looked at us with admiration, and I felt that all my fears and insecurities melted away. The roses on the tables seemed to bloom more intensely, the laughter was real, and our love dominated everything.
Later, at the traditional village dance, Daniel took my hand and said with a wide smile: “Do you want to always be here, by my side?” I looked into his eyes and knew the answer without saying a word. The laughter, the folk music, the play of lights, and the smell of fresh sarmale became witnesses to our new life, a life in which I was never invisible again.
That night, under the starry sky and to the sound of the flute and cymbal, I felt that every girl who feels small in front of the world can hope for a moment when someone will raise their voice, recognize their worth, and turn their humiliation into triumph. And me? I was no longer just Isabela Hart. I was Isabela, the woman who learned that true love always finds its way, no matter the obstacles.
This was the day I stopped being invisible and became the center of my own story, a story that will be told at every wedding, in every corner of the village, as a reminder that big hearts can never be ignored.
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