Chapter - 66
It was almost time.
Lucius stood in front of the mirror in his room, posing and straightening his black coat for the third time. The sharp lines of the tailored clothes Iris got for him hugged his tall frame perfectly.
The black dress shirt beneath that black coat had a subtle dark red lining at the collar and cuffs. It was just enough to catch the attention but not enough to look flashy like those hippies.
His pants were slim and clean, made from a fine material and a sleek black watch rested on his wrist, glinting faintly.
He looked nice to say the least, maybe even handsome enough to get a compliment or two from random stranger girls.
Lucius ran a hand through his hair, smoothing back a few stubborn strands. He let out a slow breath, staring at his reflection.
"That Blonde chick," he muttered, almost to himself, "She is a strange girl."
He tilted his head slightly, studying his own eyes in the mirror.
