As promised, I was invited by Mariah to a banquet a week later after my dinner with Mathiel Don.
As I entered the banquet hall later that evening, the scene that greeted me was nothing short of breath-taking. The hall was a symphony of rich colors and luxurious decorations, with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling like crystal raindrops. The soft glow of the fake candles danced on the tables, casting a warm and inviting light. Velvet drapes adorned the walls, and the gentle fragrance of flowers hung in the air. The banquet hall was in the large seven-star hotel that belonged to the Don family. That was when I realized that I was in the midst of very high society; the families of high comolgorate were at that banquet, and I was given the opportunity to even breathe the same air as them, a
