Alves kept walking. As he walked on, he took a glance at Mia. He expected her to look away at once, or perhaps roll her eyes at him, but she didn't. Instead, she had concern crawling up her face, or perhaps curiosity. Alves was approaching the young man standing by the hanging fancy basket. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't allow himself to be distracted anymore. He got to the man, wearing no precise reaction. He threw his searching gaze at the old man, the celebrant. The founder of the VIAL SHOWER. That would be his first time seeing the man. "So, Mr Alves, can we please get to the good part? There are a lot of attendants who would love to present their gifts."The young man announced. When the fellow had referred to the rest of people in the hall as attendants, there had been a wave of chatter inspired by disagreement. But neither Alves nor the Young man was willing to say anything to that. Soon enough, all attention was back to Alves. Alves turned to the crowd, looking from on
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