The banquet officially commenced a bit after eight o'clock.
The dazzling crystal chandeliers, and the rose-red wine swirled with the hue of blood.
Various beauties competed to showcase their elegance and allure.
Receiving an invitation to such a high-end party was itself a symbol of status.
Hence, everyone present was either wealthy or of noble stature, each belonging to their own circle.
These invisible social circles had impenetrable boundaries.
Some desperately tried to squeeze in but failed, while others easily mingled and enjoyed conversations with everyone.
In such a setting, the statuses of Yang Fei and Stina seemed somewhat awkward.
Stina fared better; she became George's companion as she wished, staying by his side, navigating between various dignitaries.
Yang Fei became a lone figure.
But this fellow didn't let this small awkwardness bother him at all; instead, he appeared at ease, greeting everyone.
