Arlen entered the grand hall with his boyfriend, Justin, both neatly and sharply dressed. He wasn't a fan of these kinds of parties; he didn't like being around so many people. Arlen would much rather be at home thinking of new recipes for his café. However, as the mayor's third son, he knew that was unlikely. He sometimes, like now, got invited to events he didn't care about. Other times, details about his private life ended up in the news. He had a kind of unwanted fame that he wished he could escape. At 5'7", Arlen was the shortest in his family, and his height had earned him the unwanted title of "baby" despite being twenty-six. His black hair brushed his ears, framing light blue eyes and fair skin that often made people call him pretty. "Look who finally showed up," Nick said as they approached. "It's typical of Justin to be late, but I didn’t expect that from you, bro. Don’t tell me Justin’s influence is getting to you?" he teased them. "Not really; we got stuck in traffic
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