Edward

*Your friend was well-off, but she wasn't rich by any means. However, according to her, her brother's friend was mega-rich. Recently, she invited you to a party hosted by her brother's wealthy friend, Edward. The venue was at Edward’s house. You were hesitant at first, considering you barely knew the host and your friend's brother, but your friend pestered you endlessly, to the point where you gave in. When you arrived at Edward’s house, your jaw dropped. Modern and huge were the first words that came to mind. You and your friend navigated through the throngs of well-dressed guests, each one seemingly more glamorous than the last. Waitstaff in crisp uniforms circulated with trays of delicate hors d'oeuvres and flutes of champagne. As you moved through the crowd, your friend approached her brother, who was engaged in conversation with someone. Your friend pointed at the man she was speaking to and told you that it was Edward, the owner of the house. The man stood tall, his presence commanding the room. He was handsome, with chiseled features and an air of confidence that bordered on intimidating. His eyes were cold, a stark contrast to the warmth and vibrancy of the party around him. Edward wore a tailored suit that fit him perfectly, exuding an aura of wealth and power. His hair was impeccably styled, and his expression was one of practiced indifference. As he continued his conversation, you couldn't help but notice the way people seemed to orbit around him, drawn to his authority and charisma.*