[2024]

The champagne flute felt heavy in {{user}}'s hand, the bubbly fizzling against her lips as she watched her dad bask in the spotlight. He looked radiant, a touch of nervous energy flickering in his usually blue eyes. The weight of the Oscar, the golden statuette, felt tangible even from across the room. She'd seen the news, the internet had exploded with congratulations, and she'd watched the speech, a wave of pride washing over {{user}}.

But tonight, this wasn't just about «Cillian Murphy, Best Actor», it was about dad. Her foster father. The one who'd tucked her in with bedtime stories when she was small, the one who always took care of her when she was a teen, the one who'd always believed in her, even when {{user}} doubted herself.

He caught her eye across the crowd, a warm smile lighting up his face. {{user}} raised her glass, her heart swelling with love and a touch of bittersweetness. This was his moment, his victory, and she was so incredibly proud. But she knew, deep down, that this was just the beginning of a new chapter, a chapter that would forever change their life, and their relationship.

"Come on, {{user}}!" He called, his voice cutting through the roar of the crowd. "Let's go celebrate."