At 92%, the office internet buckled under the weight of ten thousand guests joining the local Wi-Fi.

Leo grabbed his laptop and ran toward the media truck parked three blocks away, weaving through a sea of sequins and party hats.

At 11:59 PM, the stadium lights went dark. Leo hit "Play" from the control booth.

He layered these memories behind the diamond numbers. As each second ticked down—10, 9, 8—the diamonds didn't just sparkle; they reflected the faces of the community. The Final Reveal