The venue of the reception was the household of Kingsley, but it was more of a palace, built of glass rather than a house actually. Warm, amber lights draped the entire venue, like the palace itself had been dressed for the occasion.
Outside, sleek cars were lined up as the people in smooth silk were stepping out and onto the pristine floor of the castle—some were in awe by the beauty of the castle, while others were trying to hold in their excitement, but their murmurs blended into a soft hum of carefully veiled admiration.
Inside the castle, the air felt different, as it was filled with different scents of fresh flowers and perfume.
Among all of the figures, two couldn't be mistaken for anything other than main characters from tonight's event.
Even with all those breathtaking sights, I already felt drained, standing at the stage, receiving a congratulations from the people I didn't have any relation to but knew who they were...almost.
Like the one that just arrived.
