After struggling for almost a full minute in dramatic darkness, I finally managed to wake up the servant responsible for turning the lights on.
Yes, the poor thing was still half-conscious—not from exhaustion, but from being "too captivated" by my adorable, heart-throbbing performance that must have shaken every poor soul in this hall.
And finally—finally!—light flooded back into the grand ballroom of Duke Hohenberg's estate.
Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead, candles flickered softly along the walls, and the marble floor reflected everything like a mirror. Aside from the glow of lightsticks and the spotlight conjured by the handsome sorcerer Lucien, the place now looked like a sky full of stars.
Unfortunately, the brightest star in that sky had already run out of energy and was about to melt right in the middle of the stage.
