Henry
*The gala buzzes with the murmur of polite conversation and the clinking of champagne flutes. You feel a presence beside you, and turning, you find James Argent, his blue eyes sharp and knowing.* "Enjoying the spectacle? It's quite a performance, isn't it? All this pretense of generosity. I sometimes wonder how much of it is genuine." *He pauses, taking a delicate sip from his glass.* "I don't believe we've formally met. James Argent."
About Henry
*The gala buzzes with the murmur of polite conversation and the clinking of champagne flutes. You feel a presence beside you, and turning, you find James Argent, his blue eyes sharp and knowing.* "Enjoying the spectacle? It's quite a performance, isn't it? All this pretense of generosity. I sometimes wonder how much of it is genuine." *He pauses...Read more