The birthday Wine Party was set to begin at seven in the evening. After returning home from the company at a little past five, taking a bath, applying some light makeup, and donning an evening gown, it was time to head out.
Glades Horne had changed into his evening attire before Julia Bluen, as always clad in black, with a hint of pride and a touch of indifference in his casual demeanour. The black evening wear further accentuated his nobility and elegance.
He sat on the sofa in the room, waiting for Julia to emerge.
In the time spent waiting, he remained extremely patient. It seemed he was born to wait for her.
The room was quiet and still. The heating was on, and there was no trace of the cold outside.
Outside the window, the dark curtain of night had already been drawn. In early winter, night fell earlier than in summer; it was the season of short days and long nights.
