Smooth classical music filled the hall, floating in every direction from the musical quartet currently stationed on the platform.
Countless important people were present here today everyone mingling with one another.
Celine spotted the Blakewood family patriarch, a tall older man with regality in his veins, there was pride in his eyes as he went on stage under the applause of all the guests. Seeing the man's face brought her son to mind.
Leo did look a lot like these people, and it was even the pictures of Tristan's parents being displayed on a giant screen behind that made her even more astounded.
Good lord, Tristan looked like an exact replica of his own father!
Celine swallowed nervously, she really had to do everything to make sure these people never get to see her son, otherwise there would be no hiding him. They wouldn't even need a DNA test to confirm the boy was their own blood.
