It was a bustling scene. The sprawling garden was illuminated by a multitude of arrangements of outdoor lights in such a way that it looked not much different than during daylight. The summer night's sky was clear and twinkling with stars, and over the hushed murmurs of voices and the quietly flowing music, you can even hear the sound of cicada singing, if you listened carefully enough.
The huge mansion provided a magnificent backdrop to the night party, with all its windows cheerfully lightened up. People walked about here and there, some leisurely, some hurried, some in crowds, and the others all alone.
A young woman slowly walked out of one of the entrances of the large house, and even though she looked stunning and was dressed up glamorously, no one seemed to pay particular attention to her.
