When Elijah entered the grand hall, guests were already pouring in like tides.
From their aura to their smiles, he could easily tell they were here for business dealings and new connections.
Only a handful were sincerely there to celebrate Alexei's birthday.
Although that was the social norm, Elijah found it stuffy. He was never good with people, especially those who looked at him as if he were some sort of exquisite animal.
The glasses clinked, laughter echoed, and the chandeliers shimmered like liquid gold.
He watched it all from the upper floor.
"Here, drink this."
Alexei handed him a freshly squeezed orange juice. "Alcohol is bad for you. Not that you like it anyway."
The young master would have dragged Elijah to meet his parents already, if not for the flood of greetings from relatives who hadn't seen him since he left Russia.
Alexei was too cautious, afraid Elijah might get tired or bored, so he brought him to this secluded corner.
