Olivia's face instantly lost all color.
Her hands began to shake so violently that she nearly dropped the locket onto the marble floor.
The woman in the photograph wasn't a stranger.
She knew that face.
Every detail.
Every feature.
Even the gentle smile.
Tears filled Olivia's eyes as memories she had spent years trying to forget came rushing back.
A small scar on her cheek seemed to ache as she stared at the faded portrait.
The hallway became completely silent.
Guests watched in confusion as the furious bride suddenly looked terrified.
The little girl quietly wiped away her tears, still rubbing the red mark left on her neck.
The man in the black suit stepped closer.
"Olivia... what's wrong?"
She barely heard him.
Her eyes never left the tiny photograph.
Then, with a trembling voice that was almost impossible to hear, she looked at the child and whispered,
"Where did you see her?"
The little girl hesitated.
She looked down at the broken chain lying on the floor.
Then back at the bride.
The answer caught in her throat.
Every guest leaned forward, waiting to hear what she would say.
Because somehow...
Everyone could feel that the old woman in the photograph wasn't just part of the past.
She was the key to a family secret that had been hidden for decades.
And whatever the little girl said next would change every life inside that mansion forever.