Emily stood there, her eyes wide and uncertain, clutching the microphone as if it were her lifeline. The silence in the ballroom was deafening, all eyes locked onto her. Her mind raced—she had never sung in front of such a crowd, let alone at such an opulent affair. She felt the weight of judgment from Clarissa’s smirk and the curious stares of the guests. But then she glanced down at her belly, feeling that reassuring kick once more. Her courage sparked, and she decided to sing not just for herself, but for her unborn child.
Taking a deep breath, Emily closed her eyes and began to sing a gentle lullaby, one she often hummed to her baby when she was alone. Her voice, though soft at first, gradually filled the room, pure and melodic. It was as if a spell had been cast—her voice was ethereal, painting vivid emotions that resonated with everyone present. The lullaby, a simple tune, spoke of love, hope, and dreams, evoking memories and feelings that stirred the souls of the listeners.
