Third Person’s POV The sun dies, spreading crimson color in the sky, which isn’t a tea that burns on lips but a vodka scorching down the throat despite its sugary mixture. The elegant party holds at the spacious hall of the Fabroa mansion with high ceilings, chandeliers and dim lights. Around, there are scented candle, corks, decorated flowers, pretty platters on the long tables, cork frames, unlimited dished prepared by exclusive chefs presented on the long tables, and expensive wines served by the servants of the house. Around in the dimly lit romantically building, there are well-dressed people who are shuffling and chuckling quietly about and murmured to themselves greetings and introductions. Some has genuine smiles on their lips, while others have business-like beams, as they take this chance not to only meet the first grandson of the Fantell Firm chairman but to broaden their connection. Voices are thick in the sweet air, combining the smooth sound of the jazz and classical
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