Marcus walked out of the door of the ball, accompanied by his daughter, Doris, and his elite guards.
When he stepped out, the first thing he was greeted by was a raging storm, almost as if the very planet was warning him against his ploy.
While the halls were had a magical sound insulation that prevent them from noticing the rain, and warning units that kept them warm, it was a different case outside…
Shaaaaa!
The trees were being blown about as though they weighed no more than twigs, the moon had been hidden behind a veil of shadowy clouds, and lightning would streak through the skies in trails of jagged lines.
"Fuck!" Marcus cursed as he stepped atop the muddy floor, his expensive shoes ruined by them. "Damn this rain."
"Come on, don't be a baby dad." His daughter smirked for one beside him. "If you complain, then what should I do? Cry?"
She raised her gown to explain what she meant, shaking the muddy seams.
