Gemotions

He had arrived early, ensuring a prime vantage point. He'd watched the preparations – the caterers setting up, the decorations going up, the guests arriving. Now, standing near the stage, he took a slow breath, noticing the scent of the floral arrangements. The speech was in his pocket, a tangible anchor. He felt a quiet confidence as he observed the excited chatter of the guests.

The music quieted as he approached the podium. "Hello," he said, and a slight smile appeared on his face. It was going to be an easy night.