Showers of gold and silver light shone with sharp elegance over the richly-furnished ballroom, the sweet melody of Liszt’s Liebesträume playing over the background.
The room was well-lit with chandeliers hanging from strategic places on the ceiling which was richly decorated in marble, its crystal bearings illuminating the place well. There were also quite a few kids playing in the mini indoor pool while their butlers and nannies chase them around, the kinds of brats who couldn’t be left at the kids’ section one floor down. The sleek lines of several padded Magnum LHR sofas can also be seen on the farthest corner of the room, its occupants drinking flutes of champagnes and talking over caviar and steaks.
This really is the place for the rich. I don’t know why, but I hate it. Let’s just
