The grand banquet hall stretched out before them in a breathtaking display of wealth and elegance. Large crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling in cascading tiers, glittering like constellations. The light they cast shimmered across the polished marble floors and reflected off intricately detailed gold-leaf moldings along the arched ceilings.
Towering ice sculptures stood proudly at each corner of the room, carved into the forms of swans and roses, mist curling around their bases. Delicate music floated through the air, courtesy of a live quartet tucked beneath an archway, their instruments producing soft classical melodies that complimented the evening’s opulence. Servers moved gracefully between guests in crisp white uniforms, trays of champagne and hors d'oeuvres balanced perfectly in hand.
Everything gleamed.
Yet, nothing in that room shone quite like Hiro.