In the recorder's own words, before they entered the hotel, the Administrator drew them into darkness. Then the Administrator's voice told them a long story about the Lorimas Grand Hotel.
Not long after falling madly in love with a blonde girl named Lorimas, the man who had inherited the hotel decided to marry her. He also promised her the grandest wedding the town had ever seen.
Because Lorimas's name, hair color, and even her features and complexion were unlike those of the locals, the man's relatives and friends all opposed his marrying her. But he was already lost in an uncontrollable love. Having lost both parents and inherited the entire hotel, he had no need to listen to anyone else's opinions, or even care what anyone thought.
The man prepared a lavish, magnificent wedding for Lorimas at the hotel. In the end, his relatives and friends accepted the invitations despite their misgivings, and saw the well-matched newlyweds, both their faces radiant with happiness.
Unlike the scene his relatives and friends had imagined, the smiles on the faces of the man and the blonde girl were sweet and contented. Their gazes brimmed with love as they looked at each other, as though every guest in the lobby were merely part of the backdrop, and they had eyes for no one but each other.
The moment the man and Lorimas embraced before all the guests, every relative and friend who cared about him finally set aside their prejudices. They now believed that the newlyweds before them truly loved each other. Compared with such passionate love, differences in background and hair color were hardly worth mentioning.
Everyone sincerely wished that they would love each other forever and always remain together.
Night fell on the day of the wedding, and all the guests left