The whispers and idle chatter died down almost instantly the moment Cassandra’s voice rang out clear through the speakers.Every head on that terrace turned toward the small stage set up near the fountain, where she stood in a white mermaid-tail gown that clung delicately to her frame, making her look smaller somehow, more fragile, exactly the kind of docile, breakable image that pulled sympathy out of a crowd without them even realizing they’d been moved.“I know everyone’s curious right now,” she said softly, a shy little smile tugging at her lips, “so let me explain.”Behind her on the stage, my parents sat with matching expressions of pure pride, and even Grandpa, a man who rarely allowed his face to do anything but frown, wore something close to a genuine smile.“Wait, what is she about to tell us?” someone near me whispered.“I have no idea, but look at her face. Something big is coming.”Cassandra’s gaze drifted across the crowd until it landed directly on me. “I want to tell y
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