Sebastian held a glass of champagne as he stood near a wall, his green eyes peeking above the rim of his glass as he took a sip, and scanning at everything and everyone around the room. It had been a hectic kind of week, first with the moving of all his things, and Elliot’s into the penthouse, and they haven’t even finished that when they had to arrange everything for the party, all the setting, well chosen furniture, tablecloths, even some paintings he managed to get, all to make all look more Bridgerton-like, or at least, the closest to it. He knew making it all like that made Elliot happy, and that was good enough for Sebastian. Dressed with green slacks and jacket, and a light green and white vest on top of a white shirt, leather gloves and tall black boots, he put his empty glass down and started to move amongst the crowd, already almost everyone he had invited already chatting, or drinking, or dancing, and of course, fucking. The point of the party. “Thank you for coming! Are you having a good time?” he asked the person who came across him, the music loud but not enough so they wouldn’t be able to talk.