Xander Cardin

The town of Linwood, in the city of Cincinnati was always blooming with a positive aura, that emanated from the colourful flowers, that blossomed in the lawn of every single household, attesting to the fact that, the elites of Cincinnati were true lovers of flowers. Even at night when the flowers had buried their heads in the peaceful tranquility of their petals, the queen of the night, Primrose, and other nocturnal flowers, were at hand to spray out their aromatic fumes, with fragrance so beautiful to the senses, even the fireflies came out to dance for them.

These beautiful scenery, and many more made the elites of Cincinnati, fall in love with Linwood even more.

On this cold stormy night, When the fireflies were warm in their chambers, and the Night jasmine had tucked in, their delicate petals, to evade the heavy drops of rain, loud cheers could be heard from the magnificent castle of Baron Alexander, the Famous Cincinnati Billionaire, whose reign as the city's pharmaceutical tycoon was undisputed by all. It was the tenth birthday of Cardin, his only son and heir to Xander empire. The occasion was being graced by elite dignitaries, the least in status, who was the governor of Cincinnati himself. It was laced with top officials from the presidency, ranging from Ministers, Army chiefs, and several Billionaires who were present, in show of solidarity to the young boy and his Billionaire father, who was a popular figure among the elites of the world. The roaring winds and heavy Rains had not deterred the guest from having fun, as loads of rare Champagne, distilled from the era of Napoleon were being served in enormous quantities. Their ongoing price of a million dollar per barrel was no one's headache, as it was served and splashed into the air, by the merry makers. The melodic sounds of classical music, from one of Mozart's record, had found a way to offset the heavy splattering of rain drops, against the castles roof, leaving just a serene melancholy of sounds, that were pleasing to the ears, unless for the occasional wails of thunder, which did, a good job in bringing drunk Billionaires, back to a short stint of soberness, returning them,back to finnese, as it ceased away. 

 It was now time for Baron Alexander to deliver his speech and also chip in a vote of thanks on behalf of Cardin, who was too introverted to subdue his stage fright. He flashed both of his fingers in the air, not to show off his diamond encrusted ring, but rather to signal Gueta, his personal sound engineer and famous American DJ, to halt the music, while he stood up, to grace the stage. 

Looking sharp in his half a million Tuxedo suit, and his feet, balmed in the comfort of his million dollar crocodile shoes, encrusted with diamonds, He magnificently walked to the podium, amidst the cheers of his fellow Billionaires who styled him, as a fashion icon. He stepped on the podium and flashed a hearty smile at his spectators. The radiance of their happy faces, added more glamour to exquisite living room, which was, as big as a standard basketball court . It was adorned with exotic leather chairs, royal English carpets, a dozen chandeliers, that hung majestically from the hand antique painted ceilings, that combined excellent artistry and rare class. The electronics in the living room were the latest technologies from Apple inc, who led the world in the field of gadget. The hall sparkled brightly and generally smelled of musk, which was occasionally nuetalized by the smell of the expensive perfumes and cologne of various guests. So beautiful was the living room, it made many guests to really wonder on what heaven would look like if the parlor of the Baron, was as fulfilling as this. They could only ponder in awe, as they sipped more champagne, in gratitude to the benevolence of their host. The thunderous applause gradually went mild and eventually there was a peaceful silence that awaited the very words of the Baron, who had no problem watching their beautiful faces and luxurious attires.

“ Once Again. Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Words would always fail me, in conveying the height of my gratitude to every single one of you for honoring my invitation, and joining me to celebrate the love of my life,and the jewel of my eyes, in person of Cardin Alexander Junior.” Said the Baron and pointed his middle aged hand towards Cardin who Sat like a dummy, staring blankly at the guests. He couldn't believe that, the so called party which was supposedly thrown in his honor, was without a single mate of his, in attendance. The bored look on his face was pertinent enough to show his tiredness and irritation towards the whole event. He wondered what sort of birthday celebration his dad had thrown for him when he was the youngest person present. The least person who seniored him at the party was his cousin from Louisiana, who was older than him with about twenty years. None of his school mates were invited as even if they were, they most likely wouldn't have turned up. They saw Cardin as a pompous jerk, while their parents saw the Baron as a dubious go getter who had a high tendency of deploying unethical means to earn his millions.