The fact that Jackson left Tiffany alone as soon as they arrived at the banquet hardly bothered her. She was content with simply enjoying her time there and all of the luxuries the party had to offer, even if she was surrounded by strangers.
The banquet hall, glowing in its opulent, golden glory, was the perfect site for the highfalutin ado typical of the upper-classes. Here, one could find famed elites in stylish garments as well as gentlemen and ladies in their most debonair manners. They were actors, all of them being perfectly aware of their roles and being more than keen to play them flawlessly.
Some of those mingling among genuine genteel, however, were also looking for a shortcut to high society, even if it meant having to sacrifice what little they had to complete the ruse. These types of men were business hawks, and the women gold diggers. Masked under layers of expensive brand-wears and jewelry, there might as well be an indulgent husk piloted by a compromised soul.
“What a coincidence seeing you in this part of the world.”
An oddly-familiar voice waltzed into Tiffany’s ears from behind, startling her. Steadying herself, she spun around and met Ethan Connor’s gaze.
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