Cercei’s POV
Amid the abundant design and meticulously crafted ambiance, the execution of the event proved to be surprisingly swift.
Monsieur, always a perceptive expert, had sought the assistance of highly skilled designers and a large group of one thousand workers. My occasional bouts of remembering the past fondly and brief periods of confusion went mostly unnoticed, or at least Madam Cecè appeared unaware of them.
It dawned on me that my presence would only breed chaos rather than aid in the proceedings. Consequently, I decided to lend a helping hand in the bustling kitchen. Naturally, I refrained from culinary duties, for they had enlisted the services of numerous seasoned chefs. However, I did contribute by preparing the utensils and sundry paraphernalia.
Lost in my own reverie
