Vincent scanned the crowd as the night deepened, and the blue moonlight proudly hung itself in the sky.
For almost an hour now, he was constantly invited to different conversations and discussions about how they couldn't wait for him to take his rightful position in the courts.
Although many words were spoken with flattery and hollow promises, in Vincent's mind, they all contained the same poison that people often utter. They wanted to claim the higher ground of this society.
He had seen all of it. Since he was little, his future has looked promising and bright. Behind his parents' backs, even if he were already distancing himself from such people, they would always act the same.
Flattery over words.
Promises over actions.
Dismissing his useless thoughts, He looked around, looking for a specific figure wearing a dashing suit and long hair.
Vincent took a few steps, turning around to look for a specific woman in the crowd.
