I sat motionless in my chair as Marco's name was called out, echoing in my ears. My pulse was racing out of control as my fists grasped the hem of my silk dress.Why was his name being called out so solemnly, and how the heck did he get here? With a serene assurance radiating from each step, I observed Marco coming up the stage.He commanded the attention of everyone in the opulent ballroom as he stood in front of the podium. Marco said, "Good evening, esteemed guests,"his deep voice effortlessly rising above the muttering of the audience. He continued "Being asked to speak at this gala is an honor. I'm here to highlight how chances that reshape our lives can arise from the challenges we experience, even if my path as an art designer has been anything but typical".As I tried to take in the words, I blinked. A struggling art designer? When had Marco developed into such a polished speaker, addressing a crowd filled with elites like he belonged here?Alexander, who was sitting next to
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