12-11-2024, 06:14 PM
The Patron’s arrival was not unexpected. Colette studied up on Sofia’s family before tonight, and she was aware of the family relation with the Patron. Myshelov was famous in his own right, even for an American. As a Moreau, she was not unaccustomed to mingling with politicians, usually in a party atmosphere exactly like this one. So she smiled the perfect amount to not seem overeager but maintain an affable and warm presence. She thought the Patron studied her in return, if only for a moment, and she watched him escort Sofia to the dance floor.
Zixin’s offer took her attention back to the moment. He asked her to dance, to which she nodded. “I happily accept.”
Colette was a perfect dancer, of course. She’d been attending balls and galas for a decade, but an affair as lavish as this was rare in New York these days. Certainly one was never attended by the Ascendancy.
She allowed herself to be swept into Zixin’s arms where she maintained a respectful distance. “So Zixin, are you from Singapore?” It was posed like small talk, but only someone who was invested in keeping up with world events might recognize the connection to the Singaporean family.
Zixin’s offer took her attention back to the moment. He asked her to dance, to which she nodded. “I happily accept.”
Colette was a perfect dancer, of course. She’d been attending balls and galas for a decade, but an affair as lavish as this was rare in New York these days. Certainly one was never attended by the Ascendancy.
She allowed herself to be swept into Zixin’s arms where she maintained a respectful distance. “So Zixin, are you from Singapore?” It was posed like small talk, but only someone who was invested in keeping up with world events might recognize the connection to the Singaporean family.
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