Is this feast holding or not?

Time passed, and the afternoon sun rose high in the sky and there was no sign of Elora.

Some royal family members who had intentionally arrived late were taken aback by the darkened expressions of those who had been waiting.

The butler had replaced their tea for the tenth time, yet they couldn't catch a glimpse of Elora's robe.

Their stomachs were filled with so much water that it ached as if they had their fill of food.

"Is this feast holding or not? She can't keep us waiting all day." One of the older ones muttered with dissatisfaction.

Those seated around her nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with anger. Matilda's fingers skimmed through the rim of her cup absentmindedly, lost in thought.

The butler Ignored their furious, questioning gazes and calmly instructed the maids to refill their tea.