When Eliron got back into the ballroom, all eyes immediately moved to him, whispers moving from noble to noble.
The reason? Well, it had a lot to do with what he was wearing.
The Baron had gone a little… overboard. To thank Eliron, instead of giving him a regular suit, he had given him a ceremonial suit that probably cost more that most people's houses.
The suit was a deep shade of red, with black trousers and golden seams etched into the fabric. It was accompanied by a white pair of gloves that screamed nobility. There was also a pure gold lapel with a chain that hung from the collar, stretching into his pocket.
Eliron basically stunk of money…
He cleared his throat, trying his best to ignore all the attention he was getting, his eyes searching for his people.
By now, the first three dances were already over, meaning there was only a single dance left, the last dance of the night.
