The sound of the shower running infiltrated the washroom. The steam rising and dispersing throughout the space before the sound came to a sudden stop.
Stepping out of the shower cabin, Arcangelo grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist before walking towards the fogged up mirror. Swiping his hand over the surface, he stared at his reflection for a moment before picking up his beard trimmer and setting to work.
Washing away the excess hair, he stepped out and towards the bedroom.
Picking up the suit carry, he unzipped it before taking out the black tux. Laying it across the covers, he momentarily stared at it, being reminded of how his brother had been overjoyed to attend this auction, and here Arcangelo stood in a towel, contemplating if it was worth the effort. But after a momen
