It was noon, and the fever of the festivities swept through every street.
Greg and Victoria walked side by side down the street, as though a thin membrane separated them from the surrounding clamor.
People's eyes kept drifting toward the pair.
The young man stood tall and straight. Dressed in a well-tailored dark formal suit, he radiated a composure and elegance beyond his years.
The young woman wore a deep blue gown, her long silver-gray hair glowing softly beneath the lights. A touch of makeup made her delicate features all the more striking.
Walking together, they looked like a perfect couple stepped out of a painting, making passersby turn their heads again and again.
In truth, however, there were not just two people in their group, but six.
The other four had simply been overlooked because those two drew far too much attention.
Beside them, Kaira nudged Victoria in the waist with her elbow and lowered her voice, grinning mischievously.
"Wow, Victoria, you're almost unfairly gorgeous today. Come on, tell us the truth. How much did Greg spend?"
Adele leaned over too, her gaze traveling between Victoria's dress and jewelry as she spoke with a hint of amazement.
"You can tell at a glance that the fabric of this dress is anything but ordinary. And that necklace... I've seen similar designs in the Academy's magazine. Apparently, a single one costs over a hundred gold coins. Greg really spares no expense on you."
Victoria folded her arms and gave a huff, pretending to be unfazed.
"He's not that nice. He must have secretly done something to wrong me, and now he's trying to make it up to me."
As she said that, Greg's infuriating remark from earlier-"Fine clothes make the person"-involuntarily resurfaced in her mind, stirring up another wave of irritation.