The gala continued without Ava, but the echoes of her arrival still hung in the air, charged with the kind of electric tension that usually followed a storm. Shen Wang stood at the entrance, his thoughts churning like a tempest, while his fingers absently toyed with the cuff of his jacket. He could already feel the shift in the air, like watching a carefully constructed house of cards teetering on the edge of collapse.
Backstage, amidst a flurry of activity, chaos was breaking out. The PR team scrambled to adjust the narrative. The screens that had once showcased Eva's meticulously crafted image were now emblazoned with Ava's bold new brand: AVA // UNDONE. The room hummed with hushed whispers and nervous laughter, and someone mentioned that the event had turned into a circus—but even the circus had its charm when the ringmaster was this unpredictable.
