Carson turned his attention to Allen and Damon.
"Let's go inside," Carson said, tapping his cane on the stones. "The guests are waiting."
Allen quickly stepped forward. He respectfully offered his arm to assist the old Duke up the small stone stairs. Carson took his arm, and they began walking toward the bright ballroom.
Damon followed slowly behind them. He walked in absolute silence, his mind completely full of thoughts about his wife.
Inside the mansion, the grand ballroom was completely filled with hundreds of wealthy nobles. The crystal chandeliers glowed brightly. The music was cheerful and loud. People were drinking wine and laughing.
Damon stood near a large pillar at the edge of the ballroom. He was completely ignoring the party.
He kept looking toward the grand, curving staircase located at the far end of the room. He stared at the empty stairs.
He crossed his arms over his chest. He tapped his boot impatiently against the polished floor.
