After the commotion died down and Sylvester’s mother was taken out of the hall, things slowly returned to normal. The crowd began to settle, though some people still whispered about what had just happened.
Georgia took a deep breath and adjusted the sides of her jacket.
Her father stepped beside her and placed a hand on her back, as a man holding a camera came towards them. “Sir, would you all like to take some pictures now?”
“Yes,” her father said, nodding. “Come on, Georgia. Mark, you too.”
They moved towards the side of the stage where a soft golden backdrop had been placed. The lights from the camera flashed as they posed. Georgia stood between the two men, her arms gently resting at her sides.
“Smile,” the cameraman said, and Georgia gave him a graceful one, confident and calm.
