Jordan

Trust GAW to always come through. The room looked a lot different than usual. Gold decorations are scattered in strategic parts of the room. A chocolate and wine fountain are at the corner of the dining table, and different delicacies are in stainless-steel fancy dishes that are seated on a warmer on the right side of the room. Simple yet beautiful.

Scanning through the room one last time, I smile, satisfied with the view before me. In an hour, people would start showing up. Patricia is upstairs, getting Ray ready. I’m happy that Zoe succeeded in getting Patricia a nice dress; according to her, she said she would let the dress do the talking when I tried to get a picture of what she picked. I trust Zoe’s judgement, as she has styled Mrs. Charity and Ray severally.

I pick out my Armani teal blue tuxedo and lay it on the bed. I shave the stubble growing on my chin and take a quick shower. I know I look good, but there’s something about the tux; it must be the colour. It was a birthday g