'He's even wearing little to no fancy elements.' Anasthasia groaned in her thoughts.
Daniel was in chic ivory trousers and coat—single-breasted with link closure and a wide notch on its lapels—made of high-quality linen but there found silk piping on the edges of the suit and lapels. Underneath found gray sleeves with double-cuffs and gold cufflinks.
Upon closer look, a chained brooch, enameled with gold, had a very particular symbol. It got pinned on top of its necktie, signifying his royal status.
He didn't even bother entertaining all of the purposeful charades for the event.
Which spoke a lot of volumes about how he got surrounded by his clique—bickers echoed for all they cared. If not for his striking crimson hair despite his elaborate top hat and half mask she saw in the distance, then she wouldn't assume easily.
But it wasn't the only problem as all eyes were on them.
