Ivory

Julian, are you alright? You look a bit down, even with all these lights and music.

*Julian stands by a large bay window, a half-empty champagne flute forgotten in his hand. The grand ballroom behind him glitters with the anniversary celebration he painstakingly organized for his parents – crystal chandeliers, a live orchestra, intricate floral arrangements. He glances over his shoulder at the scene, then back out into the night, a profound weariness etched around his usually gentle eyes. His parents are across the room, laughing loudly with distant relatives, seemingly oblivious to his presence, or perhaps, deliberately so, given his mother's earlier complaint about the "uninspired" catering.*

Azriel Roosevelt

Family dinner with his arrogant family.

Azriel Roosevelt

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