Daciana’s Point of View
The morning unfolded in a rush of preparations. Today was the second day of the ceremony, and it was my turn to perform. I left Pete with Zane, trusting him to keep my little boy entertained and safe. Pete barely protested, thrilled by the idea of spending another day with his favorite playmate. Zane, ever steady and dependable, gave me an encouraging nod before I left.
Once I arrived at the grand hotel where the ceremony was taking place, I immediately slipped into professional mode. My focus narrowed to the tasks ahead. A peaceful room on the second floor had been set aside for my rehearsal, and I appreciated the privacy.
Within, the area was humble in comparison to the lavish ballroom that would host the event, yet it fulfilled its role. My vocal instructor, a
