Savannah POV
It’s after eight in the evening when the party for the president ended. Everyone had a great time. I never knew where the food and drinks came from; it kept flowing throughout the event. I’ve never seen so much food laid on tables as it arrived successively and in many packages. It’s like a feast carefully planned from months ahead, far better than the formal dinner I initially prepared for the President.
Sure, it lacked the elegance, sophistication, and grandeur befitting an occasion for the most powerful man in the country. However, the warmth spread out in the garden with laughter and cheers of people belonging from the lowest to highest ranks was beyond words. The fusion of people regardless of socioeconomic status made it peculiar; and all in celebration of the special
