He had just stepped into a black tuxedo when a light knock rapped on his door.
He didn't bother to ask; he knew who it was. Without waiting for an invitation, the door was pushed open and Rojan walked in.
"Good timing, come help me with my cufflinks," he held out his hands to Rojan.
"What will you do without me?" Rojan said with a grin as he approached him, he received the small box with the jade blue cufflinks and began to roll his sleeves. He was wearing an oxblood V-neck, long-sleeve flame print shirt with slim-fitted coffee brown trousers. His unruly red hair was perfectly parted and styled with the curls sleek with wax.
"You clean up nicely Rojan, one would think you are putting more effort into your looks for a certain lady," he teased.
"I always look good," Rojan countered, the
