“Don't you wish to meet Debora? Allow me to escort you.”

“Don't worry. It seems everyone is eager to converse with you," Ariana remarked, her gaze drifting towards the young men, close in age to Mitchel, who sought his attention.

“They merely wish to engage in discussions. There are others available to address their inquiries." Without hesitation, Mitchel steered Ariana's wheelchair across the expanse of the hall.

Ariana's apprehensions began to wane. Mitchel's words resonated within her. There were so many big shots present. Those men could talk to other experts.

Contrary to Ariana's expectations, Debora appeared younger in person than she did in the photograph. A vibrant energy radiated from her as she donned a sleek black dress, her brown hair elegantly styled. When she smiled, her warm aura enveloped those around her, even softening the wrinkles that gracefully adorned her eyes.