Once a target was set, Aiwass continued to sway in the middle of the dance floor while secretly listening to the conversations around him and observing everyone's movements.
Thus, four to five minutes passed.
If it were a normal ball, this song should have ended by now, and the dancers should take this opportunity to rest a bit and then switch out with others... But the people here did not stop at all.
The band, their faces filled with smiles, kept playing incessantly, and the sad melody showed no signs of stopping—it was an endless, repetitive cycle.
Seeing nothing unusual happening around him, Aiwass continued with a smile and softly greeted the girl in front of him: "Hello."
"Hello, sir."
The girl replied with a crisp voice, politely.
Upon hearing this address, something stirred in Aiwass's heart.
This likely meant that she also did not recognize him...
