Third Person Pov
He is looking for a woman who does not know he exists; or say, his revenge has brought him here.
He has no reason to be discreet. Even so, he has to be careful. He is standing near the doorway and surveying the golden banquet hall, which is filled with refined bodies in Gucci and Dior, and beautiful young women with straight hair who never makes facial expressions.
But that woman will - soon. Any moment now. She will know all the expressions of sentiments and emotions that she never felt.
The silence in the hall makes the wall clock sound like an examination clock. Disturbing, annoying, and irritating.
The thumps of the hearts match the rhythmic sound. The man who just entered enchanted all the ladies present. Eyes strained at the pattern and she also looked.
Xan
