I chose the Elf King costume for Waylon. Standing nearly seven feet tall, the outfit fit him perfectly, making him look regal and commanding.
As I placed the crown on his head, the reaction from the crowd was immediate—gasps of awe and applause echoed around us, with many people pulling out their phones to capture the moment.
“Gianna, they’re looking at me without any malice. I can feel it!” Waylon's excitement was palpable as he held my hand tightly.
I smiled at him. “Of course, Waylon. You’re as magnificent and powerful as a true Elf King.”
Waylon nodded with a grin and winked at me. “Gianna, should I help you put on your crown?”
Today, I wore an Ice Queen outfit that came with a crown, which I hadn’t put on yet since I’d been driving earlier.
“It would be an honor,” I said,
