Back home, Jayden had breakfast and picked out an outfit for his date with a goddess. Then he did some research and watched a movie on his tab.
The hours passed by like a whisper, and soon it was evening.
Jayden stood in front of the mirror, putting on his shirt like a man going into battle. Black button-up, slight shimmer. Fitted slacks. Clean shoes. Casual, but stylish. Strong jawline freshly shaved, silver hair combed neatly into a windswept curve.
He grabbed his cologne, gave a subtle spritz, and stepped out.
.....
At 6:55 PM, Jayden stepped through the gate of the Isley estate. The night air glimmered with city lights ashe as he walked towards the mansion, his breath fogging slightly against the cool breeze.
But as Jayden approached the driveway... he paused. Someone was already there, waiting for him.
Leaning casually against her obsidian hovercar, with arms folded like a queen waiting for her knight, was Penelope.
