A Surge of Anticipation Calls You In
The audience nestled into their seats, a buzz of anticipation and lively whispers filling the air. The room’s energy crackled, each person impatiently awaiting the moment of togetherness. Murmurs and dialogues danced around me, occasionally broken by bursts of laughter and applause. I observed the scene unraveling, attempting to become invisible in the vibrant chaos. There was solace in fading into the background while my mind wrestled with the burden of unspoken words.
A Surge of Anticipation Calls You In
Stolen Glances and Secret Murmurs of the Heart
Sarah’s friends clustered tightly, a bunch of chattering bridesmaids, occasionally stealing glances at me. Awareness prickled under their gaze, as hushed whispers floated just close enough to heighten my self-consciousness. Nervously, I adjusted my sleeves, praying my secrets remained concealed. Their thinly veiled curiosity left me wishing I could vanish, yet I wore a strained smile, feigning ignorance of the spotlight on me, attempting to dispel the unease.
Stolen Glances and Secret Murmurs of the Heart
