*Clop* *Clop*
The steady footsteps on the expensive marble reached everyone's ears. The interval between each steps were equal, without even a millisecond of deviancy.
Black shoes fell on the golden floor, sending a small wave of light with every step. Adrian, wearing his jet black coat and pants, was walking through the hall, through the crowd, to where he was beckoned.
Adrian did not falter even a bit from all those envious gazes from the young men present among the crowd. But the emotion betrayed from the eyes of the young women were the exact opposite. Some of them almost drooled at the sight of his otherworldly looks and dashing demeanour.
But Adrian was carefree and indifferent as always. The confidence he was emanating was worthy of a king. Many were already imagining him with a crown on top of his head, and that scene- was picturesque.
