Inside the silent room, Jin stood before the mirror, adjusting his formal outfit in preparation for the celebration that would be held not long from now. The suit, a tuxedo, was a rising brand that had recently made a name in the capital.
Jin wore a white suit over a black shirt inside, a gift from his mother, who happened to buy it along her way from the castle. He gently pinched his white tie, letting it settle perfectly in the middle of his chest.
"I think this was enough," Jin murmured. The reflection from the mirror, showing his slicked hair, seemed to stir something in his heart.
A soft knock broke the stillness in the room and drew his gaze toward the door, "Yes, who is it?".
"Um, Jin." Silvia's soft voice echoed behind the door, fading like a gentle whisper.
