Neil stood on the top floor overlooking the hall, that was filled to the brink with people he had only ever talked to once before. He sighted his 'wife' in the middle, dancing with his cousin, Braden. Neil cursed the young fool for even touching such trash.
He had wanted to disgrace her, to prove to her and every other person in the room that she wasn't worth his time; she didn't even deserve to be in his company much less even theirs, she and her forsaken father deserved to be out there in the streets of New York, where they belonged trying to hustle for their daily bread, but his grandfather just handed everything to her on a silver plate. More specifically, he handed HIM to her. Neil disposed that realization realization so much that the thought made him want to break things and tear down a building, but because he was always known to be a calm and calculative person, he didn't.
