Atlas had snuck in and was against the back wall, his mask covering a majority of his face. He was drinking a glass of wine and was watching, waiting, for the perfect opportunity to speak with the heir, his love.

Honestly, despite being a criminal, his family was well off, especially while being a vampire. Atlas had a poison hand, he made and distributed poisons for a hefty price. Like a lot of money, a good majority of people wouldn't be able to afford it.