The bar at the far side of the ballroom had become one of the quieter corners of the evening. Most guests preferred to remain closer to the stage where the music and conversations formed the center of the gathering. The bar existed at the edge of that movement, where the chandelier light softened and the marble floor reflected fewer shadows.
Dominic stood there with one hand resting lightly against the counter.
He had arrived earlier than most people noticed, entering without ceremony and moving through the ballroom with the ease of someone accustomed to rooms like this. He greeted a few familiar faces, exchanged brief acknowledgments, then settled into observation.
From the bar, the entire structure of the evening was clearly visible.
