Amidst the lively grandeur of the ballroom, Marquis Samuel Archer cast a solemn glance toward the captivating trio that dominated the attention of the crowd. His eyes, reflecting the same piercing blue as his mother's, betrayed a mixture of longing and resentment.
The distant chatter and laughter of the guests in the ballroom seemed to fade away as Samuel turned away, navigating through the ornate archways that led to the secluded garden. The transition from opulence to tranquility was abrupt, but it offered him a reprieve from the echoing accolades and celebrations within.
The garden, bathed in moonlight, was a haven of serenity compared to the bustling ballroom. The soft rustling of leaves and the distant hum of crickets provided a stark contrast to the orchestral melodies that filled the air indoors.