And what he needs to know is what she has been hiding.
Inside the hall, everyone was exchanging pleasantries, and many of the ladies were discussing and comparing the jewelry they were wearing.
Some even brought up Melody Thorne's embarrassing moments from the last two times she was here, events that provided them with laughter for a year.
"Has Melody arrived?" Old Mr. Quinn had asked two or three times already. His expression was somewhat grave, as the previous incidents had indeed been unfair to her.
The butler was pondering how to respond when he looked up and saw a woman in a floor-length evening gown gracefully walking in, holding Timmy by the hand. With each step she took, she exuded an aura like an unapproachable black swan, dazzling and striking under the luxurious lights.
