The party was held outside, hence Marcel was waiting downstairs for her. Arianna climbed down the twin stairs connecting to the foyer majestically, having caught sight of Marcel glancing at his phone and typing down something without noticing her, probably giving orders to his men. So she took hold of that opportunity to have her fill of him and she had to admit, Marcel did spruce up real good.
He was dressed in a pure cotton z-black color shirt that hug his figure and fitted him perfectly. The long-sleeved shirt was designed with some unique thread and had collar pin on a collar and paired with black pants that showed off those ass - that she stared at it a little too long. His blonde hair was brushed back making him look elegant and as much as the clothes looked good on him, Arianna knew it was his confidence that distinguished him. The man was alluring as hell and no bitch was getting her claws on him.
