The son of the king of the business world moved down the stairs with the charm of a royal prince and the elegance of the perfect boyfriend for all women in Lenmont.
The eye-seizing glow he exuded with his innocent white tuxedo, capturing teal gaze, and swoon-worthy black waves made him a god-like figure at the party—unattainable yet desirable.
The second his right foot landed on the ground, the girls rushed over like ants to a crystallite of sugar. The sugar flashed his usual bright smile and attended to as many praises, queries, and requests he received.
“Where've you been, Paris? We didn't see you earlier. You look dashing! Can I take a photo?"
Paris nodded and turned politely toward the girl and smiled.
“The party is wonderful as always, Paris! What do you think of my dress?
