At the venue, the clattering of drinks and bursts of laughter echoed among the families. Each sat in their arranged lines at their designated tables, clustered in their various groups.
Some mingled with other clan members, exchanging numbers and contacts, and while almost everyone seemed to be enjoying the event, one particular family clearly wasn't.
Mr. Collins looked like a lost puppy, his eyes roaming over the other guests. The way they were all behaving, the bizarre things some of them openly did right in front of everyone, and shockingly, no one was doing anything about it.
His sons sat close to each other, staring at the different ladies that passed by, all dressed in the sluttiest ways possible, and they licked their lips in pure lust, clearly enjoying the view.
Mr. Collins caught what had stolen his sons' attention and slammed his hand against the table, jerking them out of their fantasies.
