As time passed.
One by one, vehicles adorned with festoons and red "happiness" characters entered the street.
Leading the procession was a dominant black Benz, followed by a series of luxury cars, looking particularly spectacular.
Forty cars stopped at the front of Heyday, their impressive display eliciting exclamations.
The doors opened, and the individuals inside stepped out, lifting down boxes of betrothal gifts from the cars.
The boxes, carved with dragons and phoenixes, were tied with red silk threads and bows, exuding ceremonial grandeur at first glance.
Blake Fuller stepped out of the car, "Hard work indeed."
Today, he wasn't wearing a suit but was clad in a red, vintage robe.
Shedding his usual white gown, the red attire made his already striking appearance even more handsome.
Claud Stuart waved his hand, "No need for such politeness."
