At the Sterling mansion, everyone was chatting on a winter evening. But the center of attention, as always, was Sebastian. Sebastian, the man who had made a reputation for himself as the most elegant of the family, lived a life of luxury that matched his tailored suits. Even in the most serious encounters, he would always appear in his best form, as if his appearance were an integral part of his personality.

But not everyone was impressed. Cassandra, his caustic cousin, never missed an opportunity to criticize him. Sitting among her cousins, her eyes gleaming with mischief, she said in a sarcastic voice:

"Sebastian? All those tailored suits, all those hours spent choosing his tie... And in the end? Where do you find him? In nightclubs surrounded by women he doesn't know the difference between."

Eliza laughed softly, but raised an eyebrow in question:

"Really? Sebastian? He always looks like he's from another world."

Cassandra replied with a wry smile, sipping her glass.

“Exactly, another world… but not the one he brags about to the family.”

It wasn’t long before the door opened, and Sebastian strode in with confident steps. He was dressed in a striking black suit, and his shoes gleamed as if he were telling tales of his wealth. He paused for a moment, then smiled lightly, and said in a low voice, “I hope the conversation isn’t more interesting than I deserve.”