I wonder how many more people will argue, or even sever ties, over today's election, but that's the Federation.
In the evening, on the lawn of the lakeside villa area, many dining tables are set up, filled with various exquisite foods.
If ordinary people were here, they would definitely be amazed at how many social elites have gathered here.
Local, from other places, from the state, even Mr. Adelaide himself came, all for the final vote-counting stage.
People surround the television on the lawn, watching as the teller retrieves each ballot from the box, then displays it to the camera before announcing the valid contents.
Dull, tedious, yet thrilling—perhaps this is politics, a game boring to most, yet intriguing to a few.
Catherine tilts her head and glances at Lynch, "Are you nervous?"
Lynch shakes his head, "It's something predestined from the start, why be nervous?"
