It was evening.
I stood in the banquet hall alongside my mother.
And I was absolutely mesmerized.
The surroundings. The furniture. The decorative pieces displayed on pedestals and shelves.
Everything screamed wealth. Power. Status.
Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting prismatic light across the marble floors. Gold-trimmed pillars lined the walls. Paintings that probably cost more than our entire barony decorated every available surface.
And it wasn't just the hall that spoke of extravagance.
The people did too.
Every single guest wore attire that practically shouted luxury. Silk gowns. Velvet suits. Jewelry that glittered with genuine gems.
I had thought wearing this suit would attract hot chicks. It looked damn good on me when I checked the mirror earlier.
But now? Seeing all this?
My mood had shifted entirely.
I was just another face in a sea of wealth.
