Goodbye...

Amidst the euphoria of the party, all eyes suddenly shift to her, interrupting their immersive enjoyment. Some gasp in disbelief as a servant dares to disturb their dancing, but the majority are intrigued, eager to witness the unfolding scene.

Derek releases Anusha and rises from his seat, his brow furrowed with concern. "What's she doing there?" he whispers, his focus unbroken as he notices Gwen proudly revealing a newly marked burning arm, a sight that makes his eyes narrow in the realization that she's about to do something daring.

"Thank you for your kind attention. I'm Gwen Stacy, the sole daughter of a devoted father who raised me well but departed as soon as he believed I could survive in this harsh, callous world. And I'm here, without any grievances," she announces with a proud smile, striding towards the stage's edge.

"This night is truly special, isn't it?" she remarks.

"Of course it is, but how would you know, being a servant?" guest jeers, mocking her audacity.

" Woo-Hoo!