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[Color=salmon][b]Time:[/b][/color] Morning
[Color=salmon][b]Location:[/b][/color] Edward's Estate
[Color=salmon][b]Interaction:[/b][/color] [@princess] Gideon, Charlotte, Anastasia, Cassius
[Color=salmon][b]Mention:[/b][/color] Wulfric, Calbert

So many pleasantries had been exchanged in such a small space in the shortest of times. As poor as Lorenzo’s tact may have been, he made sure to let the words of his enemies fall by the wayside. He told himself that he wouldn’t ruin things here and would try his damndest to keep his word. Besides, he had plenty of people to whom he was happy to give all his attention. So far, there was Gideon, who he embraced with a warm half hug to avoid staining him with salmon, and Princess Anastasia, who had ecstatically complimented his outfit after gifting Drake Edwards an orange cat that he couldn’t help but stare at. 

[color=salmon]“What an honor.”[/color] Lorenzo said, slightly caught by surprise due to his fixation on the gifted cat. [color=salmon][i]Nope! Not my problem![/i][/color] The duke quickly shifted all of his attention onto Anastasia. [color=salmon]“I-I find your dress equally as impressive. Pink is no stranger to either of us this morning, Your Highness.”[/color] Lorenzo pretended to adjust his collar for a little dash of flair.

[color=salmon][i]The disadvantages of age…[/i][/color] The thought trailed as he noticed Farim, giving him a friendly nod before finally considering Calbert’s words. Sure, the count wanted to see him scurry off, but right now, there was just too much traffic near this table than he was comfortable with. He had made his presence known, so it was best to find his seat and enjoy some of the free food and drink.

There was also the fact that he had just spotted Wulfric… as well as his outfit. Lorenzo raised a brow as walked away, taking in the white fabrics adorned by gold trim. Only royalty could pull off such a look of heavenly purity. Then there was the green! A message of humility as if to say “I am who I am but… I guess I could wear this at your expense today.” Lorenzo released a low sigh as he continued walking, not daring to look back at his competition. [color=salmon][i]The outfit excluded, I don’t think I can face Victoria, Calbert, and Wulfric all at once.[/i][/color] 

[color=D0B4EC]"Fancy seeing you here, huh?"[/color] Lottie’s sweet voice stopped him in his very tracks. Lorenzo could not help but smile wide upon facing his dear stepdaughter. [color=D0B4EC]"I don’t suppose you’d like to join me at that empty table in just a moment? I would like to wish Lord Drake a happy birthday first…”[/color]

[color=salmon]“Of course, Lottie. I’ll save you a seat at my side,”[/color] he said feeling warmer than ever, yet there was still more to come from the only person dear to his heart.  He got ready to step off once more but Charlotte’s voice held him yet again.

[color=salmon]“Oh, and might I add, what a lovely suit. The color complements you wonderfully."[/color] 

[color=salmon]“Oh Lottie…”[/color] he blushed.

Lorenzo couldn’t help but become giddy from the compliment, so much so that he stayed his feet long enough for Cassius Vael to greet him with more than just his best foot forward. Lorenzo almost couldn’t believe he deserved this much praise but he could not deny the strength of his outfit. He nearly glanced at Prince Wulfric but refrained so that he could maintain his pride. Lorenzo would not ruin this moment! He dared not while riding this high without the assistance of any drug! This moment! This very moment…


…was far from his control.

Cassius introduced himself…

[color=salmon][i]Did he just say… “Damien”[/i][/color] Lorenzo’s smiling face morphed to one filled with caution. [color=salmon][i]Cassius Damien. Ca- Calbert Damien.[/i][/color] The buttered words were beginning to twist in all the wrong ways. [color=salmon][i]This must be…[/i][/color] The charismatic charm with the ability to disarm so many. [color=salmon][i]No, this IS…[/i][/color] 

[color=salmon]“Count Calbert’s bastard?!”[/color] Lorenzo’s voice carried far and wide as if he had been tasked to announce the appearance of King Danrose. He quickly covered his mouth, his eyes wide. [color=salmon][i]Nooooooo… gods spare me[/i][/color]

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