The venue was packed with guests, and Summer Sutton only caught a glimpse before her view was blocked by the moving crowd.
By the time her vision cleared again, the figure she had seen was already gone.
Summer Sutton stood rigidly in place, staring blankly at where the silver glow had just come from, dazed.
Upon seeing the silver mask, the first person Summer thought of was the Sun!
The man who had saved her several times in the past.
Is he here as well?
"What are you looking at?" Marshall Quinn's voice came from beside her.
He approached her slowly, handing her a glass of champagne, "Want to try some? It's very light, no harm in drinking it."
Adrian Walyon's group of assistants were all in their early twenties, quite young, not much older than Summer Sutton, so interacting with them felt more like hanging out with friends.
