The grand hall is still filled with soft murmurs of conversation, but a strange tension begins to slowly grow in the air. The golden chandeliers above continue shining brightly, reflecting light across the polished marble floor, yet the warmth of the room suddenly feels distant for a few people standing near the center

Vivan stands tall beside Samaira, his hand resting naturally around her waist. His posture is calm and confident, like someone who has walked into hundreds of such gatherings without ever feeling uncomfortable