Ladrien Summer (10/?)
The party was, as Adrien had predicted, a boring adult party.
The upside was that more than half the people here were at his station or higher, so that meant that less than half were looking to climb the social ladder through him, which meant that he could usually escape any notably uncomfortable conversations without too much fuss.
On the downside, he was expected to make nice with a fair amount of people.
The only thing more amazing than how much Adrien didn’t want to be here was how he somehow managed to pretend that he did want to be here.
It was petty revenge, but tonight, Adrien was determined to be seen eating as many different slices of cake as possible.
Not metaphorical — literal cake.
The catering here was, as expected, top-notch. The ornamental cakes lining the dessert buffet couldn’t have been less then a thousand euros each — probably more.
They were beautiful and decadent and absolutely out of his approved diet, and there was nothing his father could do about it.