"First of all, thank you all for attending this yearly event." Randal grinned while addressing the ballroom crowd. "I hope this evening fills you with delight. After all, it is for you that I throw these lavish celebrations." He heard the subtle laughter of his guests.
"Secondly, I'd like everyone to join me for a toast." Randal held his glass toward the crowd.
Guests without flutes in their hands received them from upheld trays of passing waiters.
"May we all live long, healthy, and very prosperous lives." Utterances of agreement and the clinking of glasses from the guests answered his toast of blessings.
Sierra forced a smile, facing the front of the room. Girard, Kyle, and Rosaline stood by her side. She had noticed when Drake slipped back into the ballroom, but he hadn't come near
