The photos had been tastefully edited, with each one showing Judith not as the radiant belle she’d imagined, but as a background character. In every shot where Judith had tried to take center stage, she was subtly repositioned or blurred, her striking white feathers and daring slit overshadowed by the actual focus of the photograph.
In one photo, where she had posed dramatically with a champagne flute, Nick had expertly captured the moment when a waiter passed by, blocking Judith’s face with a tray of appetizers. Another shot showed Daniel and I sharing a tender moment during our first dance, with Judith in the background attempting to outshine us; Nick had cleverly adjusted the depth of field so that she was just a ghostly blur behind us.
