At the center of the Hall…
"Good morning, Lady Sasha."
A young man dressed in a well-fitted suit lowered his head politely before the young woman standing in front of him.
He was a Mainline Young Noble of the Casper Count House and a Third-Year student of the Royal Academy.
His greeting was formal, as expected of someone raised in a Noble household.
He maintained a gentlemanly smile while waiting for her response.
"Good morning, Sir Adams Casper."
Sasha Burnwick returned the greeting with a graceful curtsy.
Her movements were neat, and her expression remained pleasant as she addressed him.
She had been doing this for some time.
Ever since she arrived at the Grand Royal Hall, one young Noble after another had approached her.
Some greeted her before asking about the party, while others wasted little time explaining their intentions.
They wanted to know whether she had chosen a dance partner for any of the Dance Cores.
Sasha politely declined them all.
