[center][color=#B3EBC0][h1]Nolan Edwards[/h1][/color][/center]
Location: Grand Ballroom 
Attire: Attire: [url=https://i.imgur.com/8JdKRkn.png]Starry Night Attire[/url]
Interactions: [@princess] Gideon
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The cold mask that Nolan wore gave way once Duke Gideon was once in his orbit, regarding his adoptive father with a warm smile that was reserved for a select few within his family and a few trusted friends. Gideon was calming presence; there was never a moment where he did not feel safe around him. He nurtured him, guided him, and protected him when he felt so small and vulnerable. There was not a person he wished to make proud more than him, save for his late parents of course. 

Nolan gave him an appreciative nod. [color=#B3EBC0]"Thank you, father."[/color] Though he called him that with ease now, it had not always been the case. How many years did it take before he felt comfortable enough to call him that? Before it was 'Duke Edwards' or 'my lord' or 'my grace,' even at his behest and encouragement to call him father. Even now, a part of him still him felt the need to call him by his title from reflex

His eyes scanned the room, watching people dance, drink, and feast. Many faces, some familiar, but many foreign to him were scattered about. He chuckled dryly. [color=#B3EBC0]"I'm not even sure who I would even begin to approach or what I would even say. I imagine small talk with me must feel like a hostage negotiation for all parties, including myself."[/color] 

Nolan pressed the glass to his lips as he took a kiss when the memory of his latest humiliation played through his mind. His cheeks took on a slight blush though it was certainly not because of the alcohol. [color=#B3EBC0]"Or maybe I'll just put my foot in my mouth again and make a right fool of myself,"[/color] He murmured. 

[color=#B3EBC0]"Will Drake and Ariella be joining us this evening?"[/color]