The air inside the banquet hall quieted down as if it had solidified.
People gazed at Maya as if they were enchanted by something.
Her aura exuded an unfathomable mystique.
Even those who knew her well felt as if they were seeing her for the first time.
Normally, she showed no interest in dressing up.
It was her daily routine to simply pick up yesterday's wrinkled clothes and put them on with disheveled hair.
She didn't even bother with simple creams or lotions.
Yet, after cleaning up and styling her hair with waves, she even put on makeup.
Her appearance outshone everyone else present.
With eyes as white as snow, waves of silvery hair, sparkling crimson irises, and lips with a pinkish sheen, along with perfectly chiseled features.
If there was such a thing as a doll maker putting in every effort to create perfect beauty, it would be her.
If there was one flaw in the masterpiece called Maya, it was that she didn't smile.
Maya surveyed the hall with an expressionless face.
