All the lights in the banquet hall were directed toward the entrance, drawing every gaze in the room.
Soon, the slightly portly figure of Earl Aiston emerged under the spotlight.
Dressed in the classic attire of an E-country gentleman, his face bore the warm, welcoming smile of a gracious host.
As one of the more prominent figures within the royal family, his presence frequently graced the pages of major magazines and newspapers.
Thus, not only was he familiar with the upper family of E-country's society, but also to the international guests in attendance.
After nodding courteously to the crowd, Earl Aiston turned his attention behind him.
"President Luther, Mrs. Luther—"
His deferential tone and posture stood out distinctly in the hushed hall.
President Luther?
Mrs. Luther?
Baffled expressions spread across the faces of the guests as their eyes followed the earl's line of sight.
Just who were these two, to command such respect?
President Luther?
