Andrew Racan is a man who seem to never run out of flowery words for his guests. It has been almost ten minutes since he introduced himself to his guests and he’s still speaking in front. Klyde can’t even keep track of the things he’s talking about anymore, he lost track of it in the first five minutes. Beside him, the two alphas also look bored. Although Wade looked like he’s at least putting in an effort to look like he’s listening, Kez, on the other hand, is just slumped on his seat again. Klyde wants to laugh at him.
The guests suddenly clapped, catching the attention of the guests who, like them, had been chattering amongst their selves instead of listening.
“I had been talking for a while, I would not want to hold you off any longer,” Andrew Racan said in the microphone.
“Food will be served in a minute. Thank you so much for coming everyone. Help yourself with anything. And please, enjoy the party.”
Another round of applause sounded in the place before the guests eventually wal
