It was a lovely evening, and a private dinner party was being held in the private villa of the Stirling's.

It consisted of socialites, rich business men and women, people with too much time gathered around with their wine and cigars in hand; mingling and gossiping to eachother about political conflicts and business.

It was tedious, ghastly business. Anthony found himself outside of private villa's grounds, tipsy and with a headache. Enjoying a smoke and the view of the French Riviera alone.