If he were a decade younger and had met Cecilia, he would have married her instantly, wanting nothing more than to fill her days with boundless happiness, shielding her from any worries.

After a considerable period, Mark let out a soft sigh.

"Arrange for the plane. We're heading back to Czanch."

With a heavy heart, Cecilia departed from the party.

Instead of going home, she sought solace in a shop, where she exchanged her million-dollar couture dress for a modest casual outfit. Then, she roamed the streets aimlessly, lost in her thoughts.