"Today, I'd like you all to welcome back, my grandson. Dylan Rothschild!" His boisterous voice fills the room as the intention is filled on us to.
Focusing my attention on the older gentlemen whose about as tall as I, his broad shoulders indicative of the confidence which he carries.
Grabbing my hand with fervour, I feel my skin contract as the greyed hair man puts power into his grip.
"Senator" I respond as I feel my chest collapse, metaphorically.
"No need to be so formal" He says with a bright smile as he continues, "You can call me Greame"
The man called Greame, the patriarch of the Rothschild family carries that sense of superiority and air which is more stifling than any tv interview, award show or filming.
Turning back to the crowd, " Now that I've arrived. Let the party really begin" He says as if on cue as the music in the ballroom gets turned up once more.
