glass and said something about how lucky he was to have me.
Everyone smiled.
So did I.
Then dessert was served.
And when everyone had settled back into their chairs, I stood.
Water glass in hand.
“I’d like to make a toast.”
The table became quiet.
Everyone looked at me affectionately.
They expected something sweet.
Elon did too.
At first.
Then I saw something shift in his expression.
Because I had never been the person who stood up and commanded a room.
I was always the quiet one.
The agreeable
