Putting things together
RONALD
Ronald stared at himself in the mirror. To him, he rather looked ridiculous. But Christian had contradicted and told him that he seemed to suit the black tuxedo that he had tried on.
"Why are you trying to dress me up anyway?" he asked, wondering why out of the blue Christian had just tossed him the apparel he was now wearing and told him to see if it fits him.
Surprisingly, like it was made for him, the suit fits him with no hassle. He can move freely and he had to admit he did look better compared to the casual wear he was used to.
Christian smiled.
"You are coming with Richard Zephanie. You will be attending a prestigious party,'' Ronald was confused.
"A party?" Christian stared at him.
'Have you forgotten what a party is?" Ronald shook his head.
