In the various interior chambers, designs clung to different parts of the wall. The wedding preparation was in full swing, booming with numerous servants who kept everything under control.
The one overseeing it all was Diane, a middle-aged woman and Xyle's aunt. She had arrived in the morning with her husband Joseph, an aged man, and since her arrival, she had taken over the planning as though she owned everything.
"You idiot, can't you do something properly? That chair has to be shifted to give a proper view of the couple!" she fired at the poor maid arranging the seats.
The maid trembled at her sharp tone. By the look on the servants' faces, it was clear none of them were happy with the malicious woman who had taken over the event as if it was her own. Yet, even as they frowned, none dared to talk.
