Lights and people dressed in a very gala like fashion met Vincent as the young male entered the hall. Tonight was a big event, and he had to attend it, in order to make his appearance.
With a nod to the guards at the door, his coat was taken into storage, and the man adjusted his glasses, shyly letting his dark eyes search for his supervisor. After all, the man had gone great lengths to help Vincent get a foot into this world, which he was very grateful for.

"Sir." He blinked, realizing that a group of people were fidgeting and whispering as they kept their gazes at him. That was extremely uncomfortable.
"Are you the young master Vincent Malcolm?" The question was posed, and he found himself frozen in fear. His breath was threatening to send him into a hyperventilating fit, so he hurriedly excused himself, and paced away, leaving the group a tad confused. Vincent wasn't used to this attention as of yet.

When he had almost calmed down, he bumped into another person, ending up sitting on the floor with a dumbstruck expression and the glasses askew.
"I am very sorry!" His words sounded distorted, the owner silently wishing that this would soon be over.