The grand hall was alive with music and chatter, its opulence illuminated by sparkling chandeliers that hung from the vaulted ceilings.
The soft hum of laughter and conversation mingled with the delicate clink of crystal glasses, creating an atmosphere of vibrant celebration.
Guests, casts and crew and other members of production and some of the media moved about in elegant attire, their smiles and animated gestures reflecting the joy of the evening.
Leila quietly and inconspicuously slipped back into the hall without anyone noticing, her cheeks was still tinged with the rosy hue from her earlier interaction with Tyrell in the restroom and just even the thoughts of it made her face a hue of beet root and she pressed her hands on her face immediately, an attempt to calm her racing heart which however eventually failed.
