CHELSEA Glamour was one way to describe the ball. Daintiness was another. The chandelier glittered seductively overhead, long tables with white linens were filled with hors d'oeuvre in small ceramic plates. And then, other tables had, of course, caviar, and was that roasted duck? Chicken? Foie gras, oysters, truffles, the typical highlight of rich people's exquisite tastes. Large windows overlooked a very beautiful garden and a large surreal pool that glowed a bluish hue in the dark. It was simply entrancing. To think his father had pulled all of it together, with help of course, it was amazing. The debacle going on in the wide, expansive hall was nearly humorous, the elegance of the guests was intimidating, an array of timeless classiness and bold colours and he'd somehow decided to be himself, meanwhile going against the societal dress code and went all out in his; purple tux, a matching hot pink mask and bowtie, and suede boots. H
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