The clatter of cutlery had faded. Plates were cleared, drinks topped off. The sound of quiet conversation filled the room, soft and satisfied.
Everyone looked full and content. The food had been excellent, a mix of family favorites and wedding classics, each dish clearly chosen with care.
The MC returned to the center of the room, mic in hand and posture relaxed. He waited for the background music to fade before speaking, grinning at the room.
"Alright, folks. I think we can all agree, whoever planned the menu deserves a medal. That roast? Come on. But before anyone tries to sneak in a nap, it's time for something even better. It's time for the first dance."
Guests clapped lightly, attention shifting toward the open floor.
"Now," the MC continued, "as tradition often goes, we begin with a moment shared between the bride and her father."
All eyes moved to the main table.
