After saying hello to Evelyn, Julian went downstairs. Cliff stood in the noisy crowd, narrowing his eyes, then scanned the room. He met Perry's eyes, who was helping to greet guests not far away.
The two walked to a secluded spot in unison.
Cliff took out a cigarette, the most common kind. He wasn't Julian, not the most favored child of the Frost family. In the eyes of the old patriarch and Frost's father, he was mostly Julian's slave, or a stepping stone for him to climb upon. Even the cigarettes he smoked were a grade below.
Both were from the Frost family, yet their status and position were worlds apart.
"Where's Vanessa? Did you come alone?"
Perry lowered his eyes, adopting a gentlemanly demeanor. "I came with Mr. Voss. Vanessa will be here later."
"How's your relationship been l
