This time, Sanna had chosen to make a change. Instead of holding the celebration inside one of the sprawling manors further inland, she had opted for something even more striking: a luxurious restaurant perched high above Notting Hill City.
The location itself was famous. It sat in the district known as Yellow Mountain, a place named for the golden flowers that bloomed along its ridges every spring. From the beaches below, one could look up and see the slopes glowing faintly in the distance, a natural crown for the city. It was also one of the most affluent neighborhoods in the entire region. Those who lived there or hosted events in its venues did so as a statement.
