The festivity hall was an awe-inspiring sight, a vast space designed to impress and overwhelm. Tables draped in pristine white sheets stretched across the room, each adorned with glittering crystal glasses and elegant centerpieces of rare, luminous flowers.
Waiters and waitresses, impeccably dressed in black and white, glided gracefully between the guests, their trays laden with sparkling wine and exotic hors d'oeuvres. At the far end of the hall, a grand piano stood on a raised platform, and a virtuoso pianist filled the air with delicate, enchanting melodies that seemed to carry the very essence of elegance.
The hall was alive with conversation and laughter as nobles and guests mingled in their dazzling attire, creating a kaleidoscope of colors and textures. Each voice, every clink of glass, and the gentle murmur of the music wove together into a symphony of sophistication that should have been captivating. Yet, to Liam, it was nothing more than noise.
