Daniel was now dressed, cladded in a white suit-like outfit, though different from the normal boring suits others wore.
The baggy trousers were perfectly fitted, the jacket and the crop top underneath matched his aura flawlessly. The boots were on another level entirely, shining brighter than any of their predecessors.
He stood before the mirror, still fixing his crop top and adjusting the length to tally with the jacket.
So, like jokingly, he was off the market—beginning a new phase, an important aspect of his life. A time no one close to him could witness. And now that he had cut them off, it still felt lonely.
Here he was, in another place, a new world where he was supposed to adapt—or get chewed by evil people who would gladly watch his downfall. But that wouldn't go so easily.
Daniel Lancaster wouldn't be destroyed like that.
A bell rang in his ear. He knew what that was—a signal that the wedding would soon start.
