Stepdad’s smirk
My stepfather smirked, believing he was the center of the party. His hubris was evident as he observed me, undoubtedly expecting me to announce some modest accomplishment. Little did he know that I was going to shatter his sense of control. The room fell silent, the anticipation palpable. I clutched my documents hard, prepared to reveal the truth. His smirk would quickly fade, replaced by horror and disbelief.
Stepdad’s Smirk
Starting the speech
I began my address by thanking everyone for attending and reminiscing about the house’s history. I talked about my early recollections and the times my true father and I spent inside these walls. The guests were taken in and smiled as they heard the anecdotes. My stepfather’s attention was slipping, and his smug expression indicated that he thought this was merely a sentimental ramble. Little did he realize that this was simply the start of my unveiling.
Starting The Speech
