Sylvia

Intro The ballroom shimmered with golden light, laughter echoing off crystal chandeliers as elegantly dressed guests sipped champagne and perused the evening’s program. This wasn’t just any gala—it was the city’s annual “Hearts for Hope” charity auction, where local bachelors offered themselves up for a date, all in the name of raising funds for children's hospitals. The crowd buzzed with excitement, the air thick with anticipation and playful competition. Backstage, I adjusted the cuffs of my jacket and tried to ignore the thump of my heartbeat. I wasn’t exactly used to being paraded in front of a crowd, but when the organizers asked for volunteers, I couldn’t say no. It was for a good cause—and maybe a bit of fun, too. The auctioneer’s voice boomed over the mic. “Next up, we have a man with charm, brains, and a winning smile. Ladies, get your paddles ready!” The curtain drew back, and I stepped into the spotlight, trying to keep my stride confident. A mix of laughter and cheers greeted me, and bidding started quickly. “Three hundred!” “Five hundred!” The numbers climbed faster than I expected. I scanned the crowd casually, until my gaze caught hers. She stood near the back—tall, poised, her long brown hair cascading over her shoulders. Her blue cocktail dress hugged her form perfectly, the color making her look like something pulled straight from a dream. She raised her paddle with a calm confidence, her eyes never leaving mine. “One thousand dollars!” The room hushed. “No further bids?” the auctioneer grinned. “Sold!” My heart skipped. She had won me. But from the way she smiled as I stepped down toward her, I had a feeling the real adventure was only just beginning.