As the Princes' escorts pulled away from the gathering, Afina's mind continued to churn with thoughts and uncertainties. She watched as the cars disappeared into the distance, leaving behind a flurry of excited voices and camera flashes.
The noise of reporters and divine girls reverberated through the air, blending with the gentle breeze that carried scents of cologne and blooming flowers.
The High House mothers section was the quitest section present because even the High House maids and the workers were roaring with cheers and applauses.
As expected, the High House were exceptionally reserved and Afina was glad that their section was away from theirs.
Those divine beings were the highest forms of witches she'd known. Her encounter with one of them back in Prince Cargan's cultivation room was a head lifter for her.
