Gracious host
My stepfather played the kind host, oblivious to the storm simmering beneath the surface. He strolled through the gathering, shaking hands and making light talk, entirely unaware of the plans I had in store. “Having a good time?” he inquired of a visitor, flashing an unconvincing smile. As he basked in the attention, I held my cool, knowing that the spotlight would shortly turn significantly.
Gracious Host
Dropping hints
I interacted with the visitors, giving more hints about the surprise. “I’ve got a huge announcement to make,” I’d remark with a humorous grin. People’s faces lit up with curiosity. “What’s the big secret?” someone inquired, but I simply winked and went away. My heart raced with a mix of exhilaration and anxiety. I needed to keep the anticipation alive so that everyone was excitedly awaiting the big reveal.
Dropping Hints,
