The next day morning…
Everyone of the staff members were busy in the place today.
While some working staff were giving the final touches for the decoration in the palace, the others were preparing for the arrival of the guests, and the chefs were busy preparing the food.
The Great Hall had been transformed into a place of reverence and beauty. Soft silver and black drapes cascaded from the towering pillars, symbolizing the colours of mourning. Silver lanterns, enchanted with an everlasting glow, floated gently across the hall, their light flickering like the whispers of souls long departed.
The chandeliers, usually grand and golden, had been dimmed to emit a soft, bluish-white light, casting an ethereal glow over the gathering.
At the centre of the hall, an ornate memorial altar stood tall, crafted from pure white marble and adorned with crystal roses. An enormous portrait of the young Aisha was framed and placed in the centre of the intrica
