"Gabriel Vanderbilt. The man at the center of the sun's brilliance. Let me do the honors of welcoming you to New Sparta."
Alaric walked over to the Conglomerates' table with the usual charismatic brilliance that he had been donning this entire time. But somehow, even he was being dwarfed by the natural aura that Gabriel was exuding just from turning his head.
"Thank you. I will be looking forward to seeing what this part of the Queens region can offer us. I think it'll be fun," Gabriel said. "Right guys?"
The other four people in the conglomerates' table gave a courtly nod at Alaric as well.
Michael could tell that they were trying to be nice, but they couldn't hide the boredom in their actions. They just wanted this night to end.
And he couldn't blame them. He was also waiting for the time to tick down until the end of the Soiree so that he could talk with Romeo about the second Antique.
