"Thank you all for coming to my 32nd birthday!" Grace stood at the end of the table, gazing at everyone seated around it, their faces alight with smiles. Her lips curled up as she looked at her friends and a few close co-workers.
"I know you're all aware that I am not actually 32, but still, I appreciate that you've humored this crazy idea of mine," she said, raising a glass of champagne. "Cheers to all of you."
A soft round of applause filled the private dining space as glasses clinked together in a toast. With that, the feast began, and the food was served, a spread Grace had carefully prepared for them. As she sat down, Lily quickly approached her, tossing a sash over her and placing a small crown on her head.
"Grace, if you're hosting a party, you should never forget that the host is the star of the night," Lily giggled. "You're going to learn."
Grace chuckled, adjusting the tiara on her head. "Well, you're right. I am learning. Thank you."