All distinguished guests on the seventh floor could be seen talking to each other as they happily walked into the hall, they hadn't set their eyes on it as it was previously closed.
When they saw the three-story hall, they couldn't help but gasp in surprise. The seventh floor looked like an ordinary floor from the outside.
Each guest had already been assigned to a seat or a private room, so the servers whisked everyone away to their respective locations.
After a while, the doors were shut and everyone was seated.
The face on the podium had driven many people insane over the previous decade. Merita West, Alyana's adopted daughter, a famous writer who had changed so many people's lives through her writing, stood in front of the crowd wearing an emerald gown.
She was beautiful and ethereal. She was no longer a teenager, but a young woman, and she eluded that mature charm that drew so many people to her.
