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I said with finality. Kara and Nova shared a smile, like they understood where I was coming from. We all finished and the girls walked with me towards that banquet hall and the guards bowed and let us enter. I took a deep breath before walking through the double doors, my heart in my throat when I saw my mates with my father and brother. Codex was in a black suit with a fire red dress shirt underneath his blazer, Satu wore a black suit and a gold dress shirt under his blazer, Landon was in an all black suit with a silver necktie, and Drac wore a white suit with a black dress shirt under his blazer. I must admit that my mates looked sexy all dressed up for me.

The background music was a quiet sound to assuage the void while, in their own circles, people held private conversations. "I'm shaking with nerves," Drake commented, and then took his last sip of juice, wishing he could drink alcohol to calm himself down. He was wearing a formal tuxedo with a bow tie, just like all the other models. - "It's going to be all right" Jean assured with an affectionate smile. - "When does she arrive? It's a parade, not a wedding!"

A stand-up bass hums beneath the low trumpet, the kind of music that sinks into your ribs. I picked it because I knew he wouldn’t stumble into it by accident. And because the anonymity feels like armor. Marcus spots me as soon as he comes in. He doesn’t just see me, he locks on, like I’m the only thing in the room. He’s in a dark sweater that makes his eyes glow like polished amber, and a pair of jeans that should be reprimanded for hugging him that way in public. The low light catches at his jaw, showing me the faint stubble that makes him look less like a businessman and more like a male model whose been told to smolder.

A black curtain, which had been in front of our noses the whole time and which I thought was just decoration, lifted to reveal some gods, or rather, I mean, some imposing men. The background music starts to play, but it's not just any music; it's "Man Areas" by Jonny McGovern. Six men begin to move sensually to the rhythm of the music. One of them is dressed as a cop, with the buttons of his shirt undone; another as a cowboy, with only a hat and pointed boots; another as a plumber, also shirtless; another as an executive, beautifully sexy; another as a doctor, all beautiful; and the last one is wearing only black latex pants and a whip in his hand, swinging it to the rhythm of the others.