Several hours later.
Having used the late evening to put his body-system into deep slumber, in order to renew most of the raw strength spent during the day. His eyes were now brimming with vigor and clear despite it being late in the night.
He stared silently at the mirror, observing the hidden him.
With his glasses off, and his hair adjusted, styled into a curtain cut. The chiseled features of his face was in opulent view. Revealing a strikingly handsome him, the true exhibition from his hard work over the past year.
'Just look at that, I am too handsome for my own liking.'
Savoring his striking appearance, he adjusted the edge of the suit he was wearing. A black shawl lapel, as customary to wear to an exclusive restaurant for the rich.
'This should do.' As he thought inwardly, he grabbed his phone before leaving his room.
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"We are a few minutes behind schedule already, yet your sister isn't done."
To his father's words, holding on the steering as he glanced at his watch.
