At last, the long-awaited banquet had arrived.
The large space had two floors—the main hall below, and a quieter space above for those who wanted privacy.
Dark blue curtains hid the windows and terraces on the second floor. A dark red carpet covered the path every guest used to walk inside. At the center of the main hall was a wide dance floor, while tables surrounded it, filled with plates, glasses, and dishes of every kind. Candles lined each table, above their dark table cloths embroidered with flowery patterns, their flames soft beneath the radiant glow of chandeliers that lit the room.
Eiran's heart raced as he glanced left and right, searching for Zayden among the crowd of unfamiliar faces, unbothered by the fancy decor. Yet… his Dad was nowhere to be found.
Noticing his restless movements, Ren leaned down.
"Are you looking for the Lord?"
The boy jolted as if caught committing a crime, quickly shaking his head.
