More than a thousand people had gathered, according to Adrian's calculation.
And every single one of them was waiting for one person.
"Is this some kind of build-up?" Annabelle asked quietly as a man stepped onto the stage—someone who clearly wasn't Clark.
"I think it's part of his exhibition," Ruby said, guessing.
Ariana huffed. "Why do I already feel sleepy?"
Adrian leaned closer and whispered, "You can sleep if you want." He even offered his shoulder.
For a moment, the silver-haired woman found the invitation more tempting than anything else. Still, she shook her head. "Nah, I'm fine. It's not like I'm the only one tired."
More than that, she wanted to see what Clark had actually created, rather than waking up in the middle of a potentially chaotic situation.
On the other side, Sylvie and the other two were seated as well.
Allen, clearly uncomfortable in his formal attire, muttered, "I feel out of place. I should've joined the others in the crowd."
