Two hours later, Adam stood before his dressing table. He looked at his reflection in the mirror fixing his cuffs. He was dressed up in a checkered light grey suit with a white button-down shirt, the first two buttons were left undone. He had left his air-dried hairs untouched that gave him a casual yet appealing look. A limited edition Phatek Phillipe watch rested on his left wrist. Lastly, he put on a pair of hand crafted black leather shoes on his way out.
"Stella?" He called her out knocking on her door. "We have to go now or else we will be running late and Blake will roast me alive." He knocked on the door once more.
"How long are you going to take to get ready? I gave you two hours." He knocked once again and this time the door finally opened.
"I was just putting on my stilettos." She replied coming out of her room. "Do I look okay?" She asked him once she was standing right before him.
