Georgia glanced around the big hall, her eyes sweeping over the empty rows of seats and the quiet stage ahead. It was clear the guests hadn’t arrived yet. The room still felt too calm.
She guessed her father wanted them there earlier. Maybe to prepare, or maybe just to feel the moment before the crowd filled it.
"You can wait in the dressing room," Mark said beside her, nodding toward Naomi. "You’ll only need to come out, give your speech, and take some pictures. Nothing too hard."
Georgia gave him a small smile. "Alright."
Mark looked at Naomi. "Take her to the dressing room."
"Alright, sir," Naomi replied with a polite nod, then turned to Georgia. "Shall we?"
They walked together through a quiet hallway, their heels clicking against the smooth tiles. Naomi pushed a door open, and G
