Michael's POV
"Congratulations, Michael." One of the party attendants greeted me when he saw me.
I was at a party. The lights of the party flickered in a golden haze, casting a luxurious glow on everything they touched. The sound of laughter, music, and clinking glasses mingled in the air, a harmony that felt too perfect to be real. The air smelt faintly of expensive perfume, mingling with the smoky undertones of a cigar being passed around somewhere in the back corner.
