Capítulo 352: SS3 09: The Glory of Traditions

"Well, well…, look who's back," Richard said in his seat before taking a sip of champagne.

On top of the grand staircase, Ambryan and Eve made their way down to their designated seats. Avery had instructed Eve to change to her reception dress so it would cover up their absence. It was a good thing they served food before they had left, managing to distract the guests.

The small pins on Eve's small hair bun were taken out. Her wavy scarlet hair fell to her upper back. Her reception dress had almost the same neckline as her wedding gown. Beaded metallic ribbon decorated the bodice down to the flared skirt that reached the floor—all done in periwinkle color.

It was almost a shame she would only wear it once.

Ambryan and her parted ways behind the sofa so they'd walked around on either side. They flashed smiles at each other's face, acting too engrossed with each other. Their hands laced together once again when they sat down.