A faint fragrance filled the air.
He adjusted his cuffs and stepped into the grand hall.
The grand hall was magnificent.
A massive crystal chandelier hung from the domed ceiling, its thousands of crystals refracting a brilliant light, illuminating the aged oil paintings on the walls.
Over a hundred people had already gathered here.
The men wore tailcoats or tuxedos, while the women were dressed in backless evening gowns, adorned with jewelry.
They gathered in small groups, holding glasses of champagne and conversing in low voices.
There was only elegant whispering and the occasional polite laugh.
Leo stood at the entrance, feeling as if he had stumbled onto an alien planet.
The people here had possessed everything from birth.
They discussed art, equestrianism, the returns on some fund, or their upcoming European holidays.
Leo took a glass of champagne from a waiter's tray.
He didn't rush in. Instead, he stood in a corner, observing this Vanity Fair with a discerning eye.
