- An hour later -
Belinda was sitting on a lounge at the side of the hall. She had nothing to do anymore, and the food still hasn't come out yet. She continued to swirl her wine glass in a daze.
"Catch that boy! Go hurry!"
Glancing over, she saw the head of security ordering the guards to move in the hall to catch someone.
'Perhaps it's just a trespasser who doesn't know what's good for him.'
It didn't take much effort for the boy to be caught. Two security guards were dragging him by his arms, and the guests in the hall all parted away. Gossip started to circulate around. People began to speculate who he was and how he dared to intrude into a high class party.
"He probably is a low class I assume."
"Perhaps, but he does have fairly good looks."
"Yes he is quite a handsome teenage boy, but look at his clothing!"
"When was the last time he took a bath?"
Whispers could be heard about the origins of the boy. Everyone anticipated his punishment.
Cough cough. It was Aunt Emma, as the organiser of the party everyone had expected her to address the issue.
"May I have to attention everyone. I am deeply apologetic for the disturbance tonight. I introduce to you my son Lucas Phillips, future heir to my business, and I apologise again on his behalf. You see he has just returned from his army training, and I imagine spending years with those low scum people would have had a terrible influence on him. I hope you are enjoying my party, thank you all for coming. Have a good evening."
Shocked faces were seen around the hall. People stared at the teen in disbelief. How could he- who looked in such a terrible state be the well known Emma Phillips' son?
"Perhaps she chose him for his looks before."
"I wonder which children centre would produce such a kind of children."
"Is his blood the same as ours, or has he not gone through the ceremony yet?"
"But he's the heir to the Phillips company- he must already have done the ceremony!"
"Perhaps he turned rebellious later on, hence why he got sent off to military camp."
The party was once again resumed, with everyone only talking of the boy, Lucas. He had followed his 'mother' somewhere, after her speech.
Belinda remained in her seat, looking unbothered by all the chaos that happened. However, her interest had been spiked and she had her own thoughts about all this in her mind.
'Now this is quite interesting. Since when did Aunt Emma have a son? I'm guessing she would have introduced him later in the party anyways, but he ruined her plan by making a mess out of everything. Since this boy wasn't publicly declared as the future heir before, I would presume that something had happened. Aunt Emma would never chose someone like him, but she doesn't seem to have a choice, it is likely the blood ceremony had already occurred.'
Thinking about it, he had a similar brown hair colour like hers, and almost looked like a younger male version of herself. However, it was very common for children from lower class child centres to have brown hair, and blue eyes were also reasonably common. The thought was soon brushed away, and everyone else had also moved on from the topic of the Phillips family heir to their, and back to their own achievements and accomplishments for the year.