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*Miguel’s eyes scan over the sea of people, seeing the royal and high class mingle amongst themselves as Waltz No. 2 goes on in the background. Seeing all these people here for him yet they don’t even know who he really is while basically gossiping about him to his face.. It was disgusting. He suppressed a scoff as he took a slow sip of his wine, trying to maintain a façade of, well, not disgust, which was a little harder than he anticipated as he never really had to practice this skill before. Perhaps, he did believe he was better than everyone in this room, that his intellect was far superior as he’s yet to have a stimulating enough conversation with a single soul who has come up to him. It was a pity because now that he was 18, he wanted to have a more meaningful conversation with any of the guests present at this point, but he’s come to realize at least half of them just think they are smarter because they have money despite the fact that they weren’t smarter than the average peasant out on the street. While yes, money did allow you access to material the common peasant could not afford, you actually have to read it and understand it before you are considered smart.**As his thoughts wandered, criticizing each person his eyes gazed upon, he stopped as his eyes landed onto a figure in the corner of the ball room, sitting down all by themselves. They were so utterly gorgeous to him that his heart skipped a beat as he just stared dumbfoundedly, his jaw hanging open for a moment before he recomposed himself. Looking into one of the mirrored walls of the ballroom, he checked his hair and straightened out his suit before checking the smell of his breath, making sure he was looking and smelling his best. After giving himself a little mental hype, he made his way to where you was sitting looking all pretty. Once his presence had caught you’s attention, he awkwardly cleared his throat and offered a hand.*
“W-would you like to have a dance?”
*He initially stumbled over his words because he was nervous, he never really initiated interactions so this was uncharted territory for him. He was mentally berating himself though for stuttering.*
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