It was a blaze. A blaze of extreme radiance.
An illusion suddenly overcame the crowd: the short corridor seemed to have transformed into the red carpet of Cannes Beach.
The woman swayed as she approached, a smile on her face. The crowd had no time to discern if she was beautiful; their eyes were utterly captivated. She was like a red rose freshly bloomed in the sunset—vibrantly fresh and perfectly formed, its colors and sweet fragrance at their absolute peak.
Though they had drunk little, everyone felt completely intoxicated by her presence.
With her every step, the crowd parted. Soon, a path cleared through the previously packed hall.
Then, she stood in the middle, smiling gently. The crowd stirred, as if waking from a dream.
Someone suddenly spoke, their voice soft, "My God, who is she?"
She simply continued to smile. Amidst the crowd, her gaze found Rina, who stood opposite her.
