I poured my heart and soul into the photography competition, clinching the grand prize with a series capturing the vibrant pulse of city life.
As I stood on stage, basking in the thunderous applause and clutching offers from major ad agencies and media outlets, I felt my eyes well up with emotion, almost overwhelmed by the moment.
Thank goodness, hard work does pay off. My dedication to my career hadn't been in vain.
Leaving the venue with a spring in my step, I pulled out my phone, ready to call up some friends for a proper celebration.
Just then, my phone rang. It was one of my buddies.
"Bro, Melody showed up out of the blue today. Said you two had a fight and you're not talking to her. She wanted me to give her your new address."
"I spilled the beans, even mentioned you checking out that place for the wedding. Melody was so touched she nearly cried. How's that for being your wingman?"
My temple throbbed with anger. I nearly exploded: