"I can tell. You look weird today. Havent touched food and barely eaten."
"Weird?" Madisyn raised an eyebrow at her father, giving him a small smile. "I was sick a few days ago. My stomach's still sensitive, and I don't want to push it."
She spotted a waiter moving through the crowd and waved him over. "Excuse me, is there any fresh juice or lemonade? Anything non-alcoholic?"
The waiter nodded quickly, a bit caught off guard by the request. "Oh... sure... I'll ask the chef if we have anything fresh."
"Thank you," she replied with a polite nod. Her gaze drifted around the room as she waited, a mixture of nervousness and discomfort settling in her chest. She wasn't sure why she had agreed to come, but now that she was here, she could only hope to get through the event with her emotions in check.
