Justin's POV
The room hummed with warmth and soft electricity , low conversation, clinking glasses, the quiet electricity of people gathered to do something they believed was good. The ballroom at the Grand Meridian had been transformed for the evening into a sanctuary of glass and light, wreaths and tables that bore tiny forests of votive candles. The stage was a modest thing, raised just enough to give the auctioneer a polished man with a practiced smile ;the authority to turn generosity into spectacle.
