Faolan paced the room waiting for the masquerade ball to start so he could fake a smile, dance for hours, and then, finally, get the hell away from the idiots who lived here in Paris. The dark haired man had dressed as needed for the event, no more and no less, in his black breeches, blue waistcoat, and darker blue shirt. He had forgone doing anything grande parure for hair other than tying it back with a blue satin ribbon, that, by the end of the night, would belong to a girl that would warm his bed that night, and then she would never be seen by Faolan again.
In ten minutes, the doorman opened the main doors to allowed guests to trickle in as they came to the mansion. It would yet be another hour before everyone was here, and then another thirty minutes before the guest of honor would show her face with her fiancé.
The gold and white decor surprised no one, especially not those who had already hosted a party this year. Gold was the color this year... tacky, but it's what everyone was doing, so you had to or you would be ridiculed next.
The gold especially brought out Faolan's darker features, while most people would have disappeared as gold as their hair color was. Faolan's dark hair and darker eyes made him an oddity in Paris at the time for blonde was in fashion, red hair was always valued, and brunettes were second to last. Black hair was not considered beautiful by most, but anyone who even glimpsed Faolan would have said differently.