Maya’s Gaze
Across the room, I met Maya’s gaze—her eyes probing mine, as if sensing the weight of an unspoken truth. She studied me intently, perhaps picking up on a silent tension that set me apart from the lively conversation around us. Though she said nothing, her eyes lingered with a quiet question, as if she knew something was about to surface. And she was right—I was calm, resolute, and ready to let the truth come to light.
Maya’s Gaze
Getting Ready To Speak
I’d waited patiently for the perfect moment, and now it had arrived. As I picked up my glass, a flicker of nerves danced through me. Around the table, laughter flowed freely—everyone blissfully unaware of the storm I was about to unleash. I was ready to seize the moment and turn this dinner into something unforgettable. Maybe, just maybe, they’d remember it as the night everything changed. With a deep breath, I prepared to command the room.
Getting Ready To Speak
