The party was in full swing, buzzing with energy and noise. People mingled with drinks in hand, laughter and chatter filling the air. Some groups discussed potential business deals, voices low and calculated, while others were locked in talks about family alliances, throwing around phrases like "my son should marry into your family," their smiles hiding underlying intentions. A few lingered in the shadows, whispering to each other, scheming and plotting behind the backs of those they pretended to toast. It was the kind of event where everyone wore a mask, and the atmosphere practically pulsed with the hidden tension beneath the festivities.
Me? I just stood there, observing the scene with a smile that barely reached my eyes, hiding my true thoughts behind a practiced expression.
