Emily
After calming my beating heart down as best as I can, I slowly emerged from the hallway and inched my way towards the dessert table just to the side of the event. The rest of the room has seemingly forgot about me, enjoying playing a bunch of baby games while I seek refuge near the desert table.
I look down at the broad array of desserts, my mouth slightly salivating as I reach out for a simple looking brownie. I buy into it, the decadent flavors of chocolate and sea salt, making an exemplary combination for my taste buds. I have to tell myself to not eat the entire plate, to not scarf down all of food that is laid out in front of me. It is just away for me to handle all of the attention that is on me.
I grab a plate and load it up with a bunch of different desserts — lemon, squar
