Standing at the entrance, beholding the majestic architecture, I was indeed overwhelmed.
Inside, the air was filled with lively yet classical music. Where was my assistant? George thought about this and became anxious again. Everyone had entered, so why hadn't he seen that person yet?
"Where is that assistant you mentioned? We're here now, aren't we? Where is that person?"
Thomas glanced up, and George followed his gaze.
Mallia Mamet! How could it be her? George was stunned, not knowing what was happening.
The last time he saw Mallia, it was such an awkward scene.
So, when his eyes met Mallia's, George quickly lowered his head, feeling more shame than awkwardness…
"It's her, your assistant for this ball."
George didn't look up again, but he could already confirm it was Mallia, as there was no one else he knew there.
This must be some kind of joke, right?
