Avenhart, a nation to over thirty million citizens, is home to most socialites and wealthy families in the globe.
But unlike other countries, it's segregated into parts, each part home to different social groups.
Embedded in a massive estate in the Ivory District was the Ward Mansion.
Like every other week, the mansion bustled with people, joyful chatter spilling from every corner of the room as a party went on within the walls.
In the midst of it all, a bespectacled, gorgeous woman with redhead wearing a black gown and a man in a navy tuxedo stood beside the piano, both clutching a polythene bag.
Under normal circumstances, these two would've been the center of attention if the intense smell of garlic wasn't oozing out of the polythene bag they clutched tightly.
Additionally, the man's eyes widened in a goofy smile as he played with her hair, while she just stood there like a doll.
