Oscar:
I never understood why people enjoyed such events. The lights, the music, the polite chatter that was neither honest nor interesting... it all made my skin crawl.
The ballroom gleamed with golden chandeliers and mirrored walls, the orchestra playing a soft waltz in the background, the scent of polished wood, perfume, and wine blending into something that felt suffocating.
I stood near one of the tall columns, with a glass of something fizzy in hand that I hadn't touched in ten minutes, and smiling politely at the group of instructors gathered around me. They were talking about something or other... but my attention had long since drifted. My mind was elsewhere.
To be more specific, it was near the ballroom entrance.
Every few seconds, my gaze flicked toward those double doors. I did it subtly, of course, but not subtly enough to fool anyone who might have been watching closely.
