In one of New York's extravagant nightclubs —
The party was in full swing. The drinks were being served, people were twirling and dancing on the beats without a care in the world —partially because they didn't have to care for the money they were spending tonight.
"Bryn, aren't you afraid you will spend too much tonight?" one of Bryn's mates asked.
However, instead of getting concerned, Bryn just smirked arrogantly. "What's there to be afraid of? The last thing I lack in this world is money. Did you forget which family I come from?"
His group of friends exchanged looks before one of them dared to say, "But are you sure about that? I mean, people haven't yet accepted you as a Winslow and —" before he could complete, someone held him back.
It was a sore spot for Bryn, and everyone was aware of it. Hence, no one dared to mention —not because it scared him. But because they didn't care. As long as Bryn was spending money on them, they were there to enjoy.