She held up her dress and took Yvonne Finley's hand, walking up onto the yacht together.
The sea surface shimmered under the light, casting a clear crystal glow. The rolling waves spread sound waves around their ears. Everyone was dressed extravagantly.
Yvonne Finley often attended similar events when she was abroad.
Such lavish parties organized by the wealthy, intended for entertainment and networking, were always extravagantly unimaginable for ordinary people.
People came and went.
Laughing and talking.
Cups crossed and mixed, making the scene extraordinarily lively.
Upon seeing Grace Webb arrive.
A server immediately came to welcome them, "Mr. Webb, this way please."
The banquet also had its own hierarchy, an immutable rule in this world.
The idea of equality was, in reality, simply a pale phrase among ordinary people. In the world of the privileged, class stratification was distinct, and human nature was displayed to its fullest extent.
The crowd was bustling.
