Then, my friends open the door and whisk me into the corridor. As we approach the meeting room, my friends stop and take my hands in theirs. You look absolutely beautiful. The door swings wide and I enter. Everyone stops eating.
All eyes focus.
My president stands and starts to applaud. Everyone follows suit. The noise level is thundering. I notice drops of moisture falling on my sweater. Don't cry sweetie, you'll get raccoon eyes.