A Vision

The speech had come to an end, and Peter couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction with how it had gone. As he descended from the stage, he was met with congratulatory pats on the back, and the warm reception from the crowd further buoyed his spirits. It was a moment he had been looking forward to, and it had lived up to his expectations.

The enchanting strains of music filled the air, courtesy of the orchestra director of Heatherland, who had carefully selected smooth jazz to set the perfect mood for the occasion. The music swelled around him, creating an ambiance of celebration and joy.

Amid the sea of guests, Peter's eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face. He expected to spot Vienne, a smile on her face and a gleam in her eye that always seemed to catch his attention and leave the rest of the world a blur. But amidst the throng of well-wishers, another unexpected figure appeared, one whom Peter didn't mind seeing.