Simultaneously, the lights in the hall began to dim, and then several beams of light turned towards the direction of the second floor.
A woman in a black dress emerged with her hair styled in an updo. She wore a string of pearls around her neck, exuding a simple yet noble and dignified aura, reminiscent of Audrey Hepburn from the last century.
Standing beside Alison Thomson was a man dressed in a black tuxedo. Time had been most kind to him, as his face bore minimal traces of aging.
She was linked arm in arm with him as they descended the stairs.
Frey Thomson's face and eyes were overflowing with joy and adoration.
He walked down with Alison, released her hand as she got onto the stage, then returned to Mrs. Thomson's side.
The lights in the hall came back on.
"Grandfather."
With a smile on her face, Alison, after some time spent together, no longer felt distant or uncomfortable with the Thomsons.
"Come, you'll lift the cloth."
