“So the greater Romanov Salvador chose to marry.” A man on his 60’s chuckled alongside with the other.
They are clad on the black as Debussy’s Claire de Lune from Suite Bergamasque continuously play on the background. A few were talking, but mainly their group, to where this man belongs to seems to be in that ball with a different purpose, especially to the woman beside the old man, who is clad on an elegant red dress. Her high cheekbones indicated that she is one of the elite. Her c***k eyes and her plump limps, which made every man admired her. But her face made them wary.
She looks cruel, although beautiful.
Claire Lee. A sophisticated bachelorette at the age of 25.
“So, what do you think Claire?” The old man turned to her.
He was smirking, knowing what her reaction would be.
