Hannah
After a long night of dancing, mingling, and constantly swapping champagne out for sparkling juice, the gala was finally drawing to a close—and so was my month-long eating disorder campaign. In just a few short minutes, the grandeur would come to an end, the decorations would be taken down, and it would be time to move onto the next thing.
But not yet. First, I needed to give a closing speech and announce the donation amount.
My heart raced as I stepped onto the stage. The spotlight felt warm on my skin, and I could feel hundreds of eyes on me. My wolf stirred restlessly, sensing my frayed nerves, but I quelled the sensation and cleared my throat with a pleasant smile on my face.
“Good evening, everyone,” I began, my voice echoing through the microphone. “I want to
