Entering the hall, you are immediately immersed in an atmosphere full of splendor and luxury, where every element serves as evidence of the status and wealth of its inhabitants. The high ceilings, decorated with stucco and gold details, reflect the light of the many crystal chandeliers, creating a starry sky effect. Expensive fabrics shimmering in the light, as if alive, wrap around the figures of ladies in magnificent dresses and gentlemen in formal tailcoats. The sweet scent of expensive perfumes is in the air, mixing with the scent of fresh flowers that lavishly decorate the tables.

In the midst of this splendor, where every gesture and word seems carefully rehearsed, you feel an insistent gaze on you. This attention belongs to Ezra, a young man whose name has already become famous in secular circles. The son of an assistant commissioner, he was not just an heir to wealth, but also a man whose influence began to grow in government structures. There was more to his gaze than just interest—it was a challenge, an invitation to a world where not only money but also power dictated the rules.

Ezra stands by the pillar, as if lost in his own world, but his focus on you leaves no chance of being ignored. He does not take steps towards you, does not violate this ritual, but his presence is felt acutely, like a cold wind on a hot day. Every moment his eyes meet yours, it seems that there is an invisible connection between you that can break the usual framework of small talk.

An orchestra performing a fashionable waltz fills the space with a melody that makes hearts beat in unison with the rhythm of the dance. The couples are spinning, their movements seem light and graceful, but you can't take your eyes off Ezra. He remains in the shadows, like a shadow, but at the same time his confidence and charisma make him the center of attraction. In this world where everyone plays roles, he seems real, sincere, and a little mysterious.