The car stopped before House Sanyal. Wrik was the first among them to get off as he was in the window seat. He moved a little back and helped the ladies get off with their heavy gown. First was Byul, who really seemed to be suffocating with the tight gown and with the tension. Next came Tanya, who was as natural as the mist in the air. Michelle was excited more than being nervous.
Wrik looked at the north and found the sun was not there though little afterglow still remain. Limelights glittering all around the citadel more than other places, though the noises were less. The tall building was more historical than the futuristic things they had seen in Gala in the last couple of days. It was made considering the old values and new attitudes.
"We are good to go then," he said, looking at all of them.
"Wait for a second," Tanya said next to him. She held her arms out to his hair and said, "Your hair is a mess from the wind."
