Mrs. Whitlock’s lips tightened, then softened. “We are counting on you,” she said, her voice low and weighted with expectation. “I know,” Nina replied, her voice steady, even if her hands weren’t. Mr. Whitlock stepped forward, commanding the room with an ease born from decades of power. “Now,” he said, his voice rich and authoritative, “it’s time for the celebrant to take her stage.” And with that, the moment she had been preparing for was finally here. The applause was deafening as Nina stepped forward, a sea of faces watching her with anticipation. They weren’t here for her, but for Adelaide—the girl whose life she was borrowing. The weight of it pressed on her, but she knew this was her moment to embody Adelaide, to deliver the speech she would have given if fate had been kinder. “Thank you, everyone,” she began, her voice steady despite the thundering of her heart. “For gracing this occasion with me today. I feel honored and loved to have you all here with me tonight. Th
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