I start out across the posh halls of the Ball room, the rigidness in my first steps at entry eased up to a more confident fluidness that guides me down the gleaming saffron floors. Eventually, it's Lord Viridian's sharp eye that notices me first. His wife's head turns next. They both smile, offering bright nods of approval. Lord Viridian shamelessly peruses my attire and my form in it. I don't stare on to see the heat glaze his eyes. Men will be men. Wealthy men, even moreso.
He's bold, I'll give him that. But what's really boggling is that for some immoral reason he doesn't bother to hide the direction of his eyes from his wife. As soon as Lord Viridian's gaze hits me, so does the rest of those in the Ballroom. All of them; turning mid-chatter.