I took my place amidst the lively gathering, ready to contribute my ideas to the menu planning and the selection of decorative elements, including colour palettes and intricate details that would transform the pack house into a vibrant haven of celebration. As the discussions progressed, I felt a surge of excitement within me, and my passion for this festival growing stronger.
However, amidst the spirited exchanges, I couldn't help but overhear hushed whispers drifting through the air. My keen ears caught fragments of conversation laced with criticisms and negative insinuations. My heart sank as the familiar sting of judgment washed over me, casting an unwelcome shadow upon the room.
