POV: Fiona
The grand ballroom of the Hôtel de Crillon in Paris was sparkling with gold light and crystal chandeliers.
Inside, the room was filled with world leaders, diplomats, and some of the most powerful people in Europe. Waiters in white gloves carried trays of expensive champagne, and the air hummed with the sound of a dozen different languages being spoken at once.
I stood near the center of the room, holding a crystal glass of sparkling water.
"That was an incredible speech, Ambassador Caldwell," a kind, older man with a thick French accent said to me. He was the Minister of Education for France. "Your passion for global charity is truly inspiring. The United Nations is very lucky to have you representing them."
"Thank you, Minister," I replied, offering him a warm, confiden
