The invited guests secretly adjusted the corners of their clothes or accessories when no one was paying attention.
The waiter at the door smiled cautiously.
Above the door, two brand-new lanterns dispelled the darkness.
The remaining light shone on the steps of the side door more than ten meters away from the main door, revealing a thick layer of dust.
It was obvious.
The people of Rolling Stone Town were relatively unfamiliar with social activities such as balls. Those who were invited by Rheagar were all decent people in the territory, but even they were constantly making eye contact with each other to determine if there was anything wrong with their etiquette and trying to make it look like they often attended balls.
Matthew carried a cute little black cat into the front door.
A waiter wanted to come up and lead the way, but Matthew declined with a smile.
