AZALEA'S POV
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I've been drinking champagne, only three glasses while everyone socializes with me. Every single person I've spoken to is lovely, kind and so respectful. I think I've heard about fifteen different stories about my dad I never knew, and each one made my heart swell while aching at the same time. There are so many stories, and it only makes me realize how little time I had with him. The years I did have in fact seem vague and entirely dull to every single person here.
I raise my glass, clinking my ring against the crystal to gather everyone's attention.
It takes a moment until everyone's quiet and staring at me, and it's how my plan falls into place.
Everyone is slightly buzzed, enjoying food and drinks that came from me, and now it's time to ask them the real big favor.
