Black hair, neatly combed in a sleek pattern, and a beard trimmed to a perfect five o'clock shadow. Not his usual style, but tonight was special. The tailor-made black ensemble highlighted his toned body and even complemented his enigmatic eyes, which were as dark as the night sky. He looked like a gift, wrapped in a black tuxedo coat and tied with a neat little black bow. Exactly the look he was going for tonight, a charming debonaire with a mysterious flair. Tonight, of all nights, he had to look his absolute best. After all, the celebration, ongoing downstairs, was to honor him. Many had come to see him, as evidenced by the long line of cars dropping off successful business tycoons, influential politicians, famous artists, and the society’s elites at the front doorstep of his family home, just below the balcony of his bedroom. “You got this!” Isaac thought so to himself, watching his reflection in the mirror. So far, everything appeared immaculate. Not a hair on his head was ou
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