The grand hall glowed under the soft shimmer of chandeliers, the air thick with anticipation as the crowd stood, wine glasses in hand, eyes fixed on the stage. The announcer, a lanky guy in a sharp black tuxedo, grinned wide as he strode across the stage toward Daniel, the groom, who stood tall in his tailored coat, his smile calm but radiant.
"And here comes my best friend!" the announcer boomed, his voice carrying over the hushed crowd. He reached Daniel, clapping him on the shoulder before pulling him into a quick, hearty hug, their laughter echoing through the microphone.
"Man, Daniel," the announcer said, stepping back and adjusting his tie with a playful smirk, "remember that time in college when you tried to impress that girl at the frat party with your 'signature' dance move?" He paused, mimicking a comically awkward shimmy that drew a roar of laughter from the crowd. "Yeah, buddy, let's just say you've come a long way since then!"
