Chapter thirteen

Donald walked out of his shower and stood before his mirror. He had a sack on his chest. He has never felt bad for scolding anyone before. A small voice kept reminding Donald that he did something wrong. He puffed out the air in his mouth and got ready for the party. He wore a black suit and unboxed the gift Helma got for him. It was an emerald colored tie and a cufflink. He smiled at the present and wore it.

The tie matched perfectly with his suit. He styled his hair with a comb and wore his perfumes. He walked downstairs and stood by the stairs waiting for Helma. Helma hurriedly wore a black stiletto heels, a white dress that flared from her bellybutton with a one should sleeve, Emerald jewelries, and a black purse to match her heels. She applied a light make-up and fixed her ruined hair.

Helma walked downstairs with her heart raising. She hasn't attended a dinner party before let alone a sophisticated one. She exchanged glances with Donald who was dumbfounded at the sight of her.