The grand hall was a display of old money and new ambition. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm golden glow, reflecting off the polished mahogany floors.
The scent of aged whiskey and imported cigars lingered in the air, mingling with the faintest traces of expensive cologne.
The guests—lords, mistresses, and wealthy businessmen—spoke in crisp, refined tones, their accents carrying the unmistakable airs of the aristocracy.
Cassius moved through the crowd with effortless grace, his presence alone commanding attention.
Elias followed closely, his posture perfect, his steps measured.
This was his first time witnessing such a gathering, and though his nerves simmered beneath the surface, he schooled his expression into a mask of quiet professionalism.
He could feel the weight of the gazes on him, some merely curious, others scrutinizing.
