The gentle tap of a microphone echoed through the speakers.
The conversations spread across the lawn slowly faded.
One by one, the guests turned their attention toward the stage.
The younger guests settled into their chairs. The elders stopped their conversations. Even the children who had been running around the garden paused to see what was happening.
On the stage, Dion adjusted his bow tie.
He looked at the enormous gathering before him, cleared his throat and brought the microphone closer.
"Greetings, everyone."
His voice carried across the entire lawn.
"For those who don't know me, my name is Dion."
He paused for a moment.
"Just Dion."
A few people smiled.
"A man without a last name. A man without an identity."
Flora, sitting among the guests, smiled proudly.
Dion glanced toward her.
"And yet, somehow, I managed to get married to the love of my life at this very place a few months ago."
The younger crowd immediately cheered.
Dion laughed.
