Sarah's POV
My stomach dropped. I hadn’t expected it this early.
Eleanor squeezed my arm. “Go. Smile. Read it exactly as we practiced. Word for word, Sarah. Don’t embarrass us.”
I walked to the stage. Every step felt like walking underwater. Hundreds of eyes on me. Cameras. Adrian looked up from his phone, with his eyes fixed on me. Eleanor in the front row, posture perfect, smile sharp.
The podium was cold under my hands. The leather folder with Eleanor’s script was there, open to page one. Her handwriting in the margins. Pause here. Smile here. Don’t act nervous.
I cleared my throat. The mic picked up the sound and sent it through the whole room.
Good evening,” I began. My voice shook. “I am honored to stand here tonight as part of the Moretti family.”
Eleanor’s smile grew. She li
