The school grand hall was an impressive sight—ornate chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the polished marble floors. Rows of tables and chairs were arranged like a banquet hall, each filled with noble students dressed in their finest attire. The air was filled with chatter as students mingled, some clearly familiar with one another, laughing and gossiping like old friends.
Javier sat at his assigned table, propping his cheek on one hand while absentmindedly munching on a small piece of bread. Behind him, at a respectful distance, Liana stood with her usual grace, her posture straight, and her hands clasped neatly in front of her. Though her presence was subtle, her mere existence drew more attention than Javier's antics, with curious glances occasionally darting her way.
