Michael’s pov
Somewhere in the city.
I walked into the ballroom, and every head turned……they always do.
It's not bragging if it's true. The clinking of champagne glasses, the shiny chandeliers, the low talk about money, it all felt like home. These parties are less for fun and more for planning, and I'm one of the best at playing this game.
I caught my reflection in a mirrored pillar and smirked. My dark hair was styled just right, my olive skin glowed under the lights, and my jawline was sharp. The black tux fit perfectly, custom-made, of course. My dad always said, “If you're going to be a jerk, at least look good doing it”.
I moved through the crowd, shaking hands and smiling at people that meant nothing to me. Every chat was an act, and tonight, I was the star. My name still matt
