The day of the gala came, and the entire capital was abuzz. Despite the fact that not everyone could attend, it was still a massive occasion and all sorts of discussions about it were happening.
It was evening, getting close to the point where everyone was supposed to head to the castle. Riven sat inside his room in an inn, in his hand was a letter of invitation which Quin had left for them before he left.
It was written on a black letter with golden ink. He tapped his finger on the invitation and then got on his feet.
He was dressed in a very luxurious black tuxedo with golden embroidery and details. His hair was slicked back, gelled properly. Sophie had aided him in getting ready.
The door of his room opened and Noel walked in, wearing a white suit with black patterns. He looked clean and gave off a very elegant aura.
"The both of you are looking great." Sophie walked in behind Noel. She got into the room and observed the both of them.
"I feel like I was baked," Riven said.
