The Third Hour
Darren scratched his hair and ran his fingers through it in frustration. He, along with everyone else on the estate, had been working on the anniversary surprise for more than two hours now. The light bulbs had been installed, and they were working properly. The balloons were ready. The fairy lights had been hung on multiple strategic areas all around the garden. His private chefs and servers were already busy in the kitchen, preparing the food and drinks for the anniversary party later that evening. He knew for sure the gift and some other things he needed for the party were on their way to the estate. However, he was beyond stressed out at the moment.
“Darren, son, you have to calm down.”
Darren glared at his father, but it wasn’t effective enough. He actually felt more
