Vanya's POV
In the afternoon, the Hammond family's lobby was decorated exceptionally lively.
Wilmot usually surrounded himself with friends who were more like troublemakers, rarely hosting a proper birthday party.
Tonight, many rich second-generation heirs and socialites had shown up, but Wilmot was completely uninterested in them.
These people had simply heard that the second son of the Hammond family was celebrating his birthday and had brought gifts to get close. In reality, Wilmot couldn't even remember most of their names.
I sat to one side, occasionally glancing at the clock.
The masked ball had already started, and I was racking my brain for a good excuse to take Wilmot away.
Just then, Edwin's personal bodyguard approached us.
"Alpha Edwin says there's a masked ball tonight
