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Why yes, Alessandro Toussaint was bored to tears. It was not the fault of his darling husband whose passions about plants were not only acceptable but adored. No, it was more the monotonous nature of these events that inspired his apathy.
All his life he had been forced to endure parties where the main goal was networking. A ludicrous notion. That influence could be gained or bought in the halls of some silly party. People will real power hardly haunted these things.
Still. Alessandro dressed his best and was determined to be a beautiful adornment on his husband’s arm. He would smile when prompted (within reason) and turn every conversation to Gunnar’s brilliance. There was a lot to point toward.
”What do you want? I can go get it for you, my love.”
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