His hips pressed against the glass railing. He stood at the balcony at the top floor basking in the night's glow. The night was colourful with bright city lights flashing a gleam along with the constellation of stars up in the sky that seemed to stretch to infinity. The cold air greeted him boldly: the chilled breeze whipping his face so hard that it coloured up. The night was graceful and the beautiful music serenading the yard was coming from downstairs.
The function had kickstarted some few hours ago and Kaiden wore a customised black suit, slivery-white inner long sleeve shirt: a black neck tie and shiny black shoes which glazed as if it was made out of glass.
Kaiden stole a glance at his watch.
10.30.
He sneered because how much longer was this going to take?
