July 1977 was a particularly solemn and critical juncture for everyone in the pure-blood families.
The succession of the Head of House for an ancient pure-blood lineage—and one of the most powerful and ancient families of the contemporary era, no less—meant that, by every standard of reason and emotion, attendance was mandatory. Whether one came to curry favor, forge alliances, or maneuver for interests, showing one's face was expected.
Inside Sisyphus Manor, Gloria stood before a large mirror, looking at her reflection. She wore a magnificent formal robe: the outer layer was black, overlaid with a sheer shimmering gold gauze, while the inner skirt was a rich blue that revealed itself with every step she took. The gold-threaded fabric as a whole looked exceptionally lavish and noble.
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