"Okay, okay, okay! We're starting now, right now!" Justin Summers announced immediately. "Alright, no more messing around. The Consort Selection Banquet begins now!"
Five sofas were scattered around the private room.
On the sofas sat the five most distinguished figures of Lynton-Lynwood Noble Academy.
Ryan Linton sat on the sofa in the farthest corner, one foot propped on the coffee table and one hand draped casually over the backrest, the very picture of lazy allure.
The brilliant, multicolored lights overhead cast shifting shadows across his deep, chiseled features, making hearts flutter and gazes blur.
The beauties who had come to the party were all sixteen or seventeen, in the prime of their youth, and each one was a breathtaking sight.
When they saw Ryan Linton, they put even more effort into their dancing.
But Ryan Linton kept his gaze lowered, staring indifferently at the swirling liquid in his glass, seemingly uninterested in any of the beauties.
