My dress, on her stolen body, no longer looked elegant at all. It looked like a piece of criminal evidence.

“What on earth are you doing here, Luke?” Christopher growled from below the stage.

Luke stopped and looked his father dead in the eye. “I came here to help you, Dad.”

That surprising line thoroughly confused everyone in attendance, including Christopher himself.

Luke walked up the stage steps. The nervous presenter handed him the microphone without Luke even having to ask twice.

“Good evening, everyone,” my son said clearly into the mic. “I’m Luke Mendoza, son of Christopher Albright and Vivian Mendoza. I’ve proudly used my mother’s maiden name since I was a child, and tonight I’ve come here to clear up a major misunderstanding.”