Now, the last fight with his parents had been mere two hours ago, and yet the boy was standing in front of that huge manor, obviously ready to enter it. Aidan was quite obviously not the typical kind of boy born into high society. Despite his father's wealth and his mother's effort, the young adult was not at all fond of this whole 'Let me show you how much money I have'-stuff. In fact, despite getting everything he wanted so far, he was rather averse to gatherings like that; and yet he had decided to come, sneaking out of the house, and finally bribing his father's personal driver to get him here. It was a childish action, really. Not at all respective of his actual age.
When Aidan reached the front door, he waited until that sickly pale looking girl went inside with her parents. In fact, he inwardly spited her already. How old was she? Fifteen? Wasn't she allowed to go out on herself? And if she was too sick, why didn't she just stay home? Aidan didn't feel any sympathy for her or her apparent reasons for attending to this party. In fact, he didn't seem to feel any sympathy at all. He wasn't even exactly sure why on earth he had decided to come. Probably to make sure that he still disliked humanity and its society like nothing else.
When his predecessor finally entered the manor, Aidan followed. Hands buried in his tuxedo's trousers' pockets, he simply ignored the young lad at the door. He didn't particularly care about the greeting ceremony. To be honest, he didn't even fully know that this guy was the son of the host of this little party. Probably due to the golden mask concealing the main factors of his face, but most definitely rather because he didn't care enough to inform himself properly about the attendants of said gathering. Oh, hopefully they offered a buffet of some sorts. Aidan had purposefully skipped dinner at home in order to evade his father...
When Aidan reached the front door, he waited until that sickly pale looking girl went inside with her parents. In fact, he inwardly spited her already. How old was she? Fifteen? Wasn't she allowed to go out on herself? And if she was too sick, why didn't she just stay home? Aidan didn't feel any sympathy for her or her apparent reasons for attending to this party. In fact, he didn't seem to feel any sympathy at all. He wasn't even exactly sure why on earth he had decided to come. Probably to make sure that he still disliked humanity and its society like nothing else.
When his predecessor finally entered the manor, Aidan followed. Hands buried in his tuxedo's trousers' pockets, he simply ignored the young lad at the door. He didn't particularly care about the greeting ceremony. To be honest, he didn't even fully know that this guy was the son of the host of this little party. Probably due to the golden mask concealing the main factors of his face, but most definitely rather because he didn't care enough to inform himself properly about the attendants of said gathering. Oh, hopefully they offered a buffet of some sorts. Aidan had purposefully skipped dinner at home in order to evade his father...