Stiles stood idly before the full body mirror, dressed in a navy blue suit and black loafers. His white hair was oiled and combed to the back, giving him the look of a mature baby.
'Sigh…'
Stiles sighed repeatedly as he gazed at his appearance in scrutiny.
He had opposed the idea of dressing in this manner, but Alexia had insisted that it was a date. Hence, she deemed this the best.
'I should have known this was a bad idea… if Alexia is George's daughter, then her trying to match me up with her younger sister was not surprising. After all, Alexia always seemed to be aiming for Kynburgh's advancement and protection.'
Stiles didn't dwell on that matter, begrudgingly turning to meet the gaze of Alexia, who stared at him as if he were some new commodity.
'Twitch… now I'm wondering if that ethereal woman is my biggest problem…'
