In the evening, at Mayfair's Grosvenor district, the Biltmore Mayfair hotel came to life.
Lights were flashing, and music echoed through the air. Guests in elegant attire mingled in the grand lobby, their laughter and chatter blending with the rhythm of the upbeat tunes. But most of them were guests of Harry, his brother, who enjoyed mingling with celebrities because of his job.
"Mr. Richard!"
A young man with neatly styled short hair called out, his voice cutting through the background noise.
Richard turned toward the sound and instantly recognized him. He smiled warmly, raising his glass of orange juice in a casual toast.
"Congratulations on hitting number one on the UK singles chart. Your track is everywhere lately—well deserved."