75. Chelsea

Chelsea

There was still a day left before the event, but it seemed as though everyone in the palace was operating on the assumption that it was starting in just an hour. I couldn't help but be amazed at how efficiently things were being prepared. The grand hall was nearly adorned to perfection. Lavish tables and chairs were neatly arranged to the side, and the room was adorned with various flowers and candles on tall stands. The chandeliers added a touch of elegance to the space, while the gobos, recessed lights, and string lights on the dance floor added a subtle charm.

At the moment, everyone seemed to be in a rush, scurrying around to hang magnificent portraits of the famous artists who would be attending the event tomorrow night.

With a determined step, I left the bustling hall behind and ascended to the second floor of the palace. There, I encountered two maids in a passageway, one of them pushing a hanger trolley filled with a set of blazers, pants, and shirts. I guessed that the