The Grand Ballroom, which had been buzzing with scandal from the dance, suddenly fell into a heavy, respectful hush. The Director, Sir Alistair, stepped back onto the dais, his face flushed with an excitement that surpassed even his reaction to Nina's entrance. He adjusted the microphone with trembling fingers, his voice booming with newfound reverence.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the evening is still young," Alistair announced, his eyes darting toward the grand double doors at the back of the hall. A bead of sweat traced down his temple, catching the light from the chandeliers above. "But before we continue, we must welcome our most honored guest." He paused, savoring the moment.
