Aiden, already dressed in his butler's uniform, stood immaculate. The white gloves clung perfectly to his hands, not a wrinkle in sight; the vest pressed sharp against his frame, showing discipline as much as taste.
His silver hair was combed in precise waves, catching the faint morning light spilling through the hallway windows.
He walked with a deliberate calmness, posture straight, shoes polished to such a shine they reflected the glow of the chandeliers above. His presence, though quiet, seemed to dominate the corridor.
The other butlers nodded as he passed. Aiden returned the gesture with a faint tilt of his head, his expression polite but distant. The maids, some already dressed in lighter summer uniforms that revealed more skin than usual, giggled softly when he smiled their way.
Their laughter was light, musical, tinged with bashfulness. Aiden, ever the professional, kept his gaze brief, resisting the urge to let his eyes wander too long.
