Evening came slower than he anticipated. Lucero kept looking at the time, hoping it would go faster. Dinner was at seven. By nine, he was in front of the Carter's mansion. The White mansion was brightly illuminated. Luxury cars filled the driveway; they belonged to important family members who had gathered for the dinner.Lucero’s was escorted to the dinning hall by a maid. Before he got close, he could already hear the laughter that echoed through the enormous halls.Everyone seemed happy, but as soon as he walked in, the laughter stopped abruptly. Lucero’s eyes moved through the guests. Some immediately looked annoyed, some angry, but none of them spoke against him.Lucero smirked. “Of course. How could they?”The dinner started. They had all been waiting for him. Everyone was happy and laughing- well, Everyone except Lucero.He sat at the long dining table, expressionless. Even if he looked better than that morning, he still looked almost alarming.Dark eye bags. Bloodshot eyes.
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