Party day arrives
Everything was ready for the celebration on the day of. The home was adorned, the food was prepared, and I had finished my speech. I double-checked everything to ensure no details were neglected. My stepfather assumed it was just another party, but I knew it was far more than that. I took a long breath, hoping to calm my worries. This was the moment I’d been working toward.
Guests arrive
Guests arrived and filled the home with noise and laughter. The atmosphere was charged with excitement and curiosity. My friends and family gathered, ignorant of the impending storm. I welcomed everyone cheerfully and kept my secret close to my chest. The sound of mingling voices and clinking glasses energized the celebration. My stepfather, as always, took center stage, playing the kind host while oblivious of what awaited him.