We arrived at the event venue, the Yellow Flur. The name sounded familiar, and when I asked Max, he told me it belonged to Sir Lockwood, Oliver's friend.

Nina found her way into the crowd to mingle with those she knew while holding onto Ocean.

The hall wasn't massive, but it provided a sense of luxury and comfort. It was also appealing; the musical band played at the back while the people acquainted and conversed with each other.

Almost everyone I knew and cared about except for Marcel was here, and I meant everyone. Then, I remembered that Oliver had worked closely with Ingrid to bring about the success of...