“When I met Angela, she never cared about money or appearances. She saw the man behind it all,” he said, his voice trembling with emotion. “That’s why I love her.”
With a snap of the fingers, the room was transformed: golden draperies appeared, crystal chandeliers illuminated the space, and sumptuous flowers adorned the tables. Attendants led Angela into another room to dress her in a sparkling gown, fit for a queen.
When she returned, Malick stood in an immaculate suit and took her hand.
« Angela, » he murmured, « you loved me when I had nothing. Today, I want to give you everything. »
The guests, once arrogant and mocking, remained frozen in stunned silence. They had judged too quickly. That day, they understood that true wealth is measured neither in money nor in appearances—but in heart.
That night, Angela and Malick danced beneath the shimmering lights. The whispers had vanished. Only respect, wonder, and the dazzling truth remained: love always triumphs over judgment.
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