Anna and Mo Xing stepped forward, their hands still intertwined, walking slowly down the aisle. The scene was surreal, almost like a regal procession, with the most powerful and famous figures in the room turning to watch them with a mix of respect and quiet excitement. Heads bowed subtly as they passed, not in deference but in recognition of the royalty in their midst.
Anna's red dress, with its sparkling diamonds, caught the light from the chandeliers, casting shimmering reflections that danced across the room. Every step she took was measured and elegant, her posture perfect, her smile warm but composed. Mo Xing, ever the poised figure of calm and strength, matched her stride, his suit perfectly tailored, exuding a quiet confidence that made it clear he was back and better than ever.