The ballroom lights seemed to converge on her. The murmurs faded into silence. Every eye turned, fixed on her as if the world itself had paused to watch. She lifted the microphone, pausing just long enough to let the weight of the moment settle.
And then she smiled. Not the forced politeness of social events, but a serene, commanding smile that spoke of confidence, composure, and quiet power.
For a moment, even the most skeptical of guests felt it, this woman was no outsider. She belonged here.
"Good evening, esteemed guests," she began, her voice calm, warm, and steady. "It is a true honor to stand before you tonight on behalf of the Arinze family. Thank you all for gracing us with your presence at this year's ball."
A polite ripple of applause moved through the room. She paused, letting the weight of the moment sink in.
