𝓐 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓘𝓷 𝓙𝓾𝓷𝓮, 𝓔𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓔𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽𝔂 𝓢𝓲𝔁, 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓞𝓯 𝓞𝓴𝓵𝓪𝓱𝓸𝓶𝓪

The air was filled with sounds of a lovely grand piano and cello, the sweet, subtle smell of the lilies, and the warmth of the chandelier's light. One thing Marin took pride in was his ability to throw parties. He had greeted all the guests, made sure everyone was comfortable, and made sure the kitchen was pumping out appetizers. He adjusted his deep blue ascot as his chest swelled with pride, exhaling as the music played on. This was going perfectly.