Everyone has finally settled down at this moment.
The guests are all tucked in their seats, the photographers on their positions at the side of the stage, and the other staff on the corner. At this point, there's some sort of suspenseful tension that starts building up in the background - paving way for a sense of exhilarating anticipation.
"Say, Sir Tristan..." Victoria started all of the sudden, peering at Tristan who's just sitting right in front of her.
"How come you've attended too? Did the Baron invite you?"
A bit taken aback by how she just kept looking ahead of her with a pointed gaze, which he thinks is directed towards the stage rather than him for some reason, he slightly turns to get a glance on her. He somehow regrets sitting in with the rest of Lillian's former classmates since he just keeps feeling their brewing scorn and disdainful vibes for a while now.
