Close-up: the woman slowly touches her own necklace.
It is the exact match.
Her hand begins to shake.
“That’s impossible…”
The boy steps forward, voice trembling but firm:
“My mom said you would recognize this.”
The atmosphere tightens. Guests stop pretending not to look.
The woman leans in, eyes locked on the boy.
“Where did you get that?”
Soft waves crash in the background.
The boy swallows hard.
“My mom took it off before she died.”
A long silence.
Then, breaking voice from the woman:
“What did she tell you?”
Tears fill the boy’s eyes.
Camera slowly zooms in.
“She said… the woman with the other half is my real mother.”
The woman’s necklace slips from her fingers and hits the table.
CUT TO BLACK. END.
