Jordan brushed his hands over the expensive tailored suit he wore, feeling the texture of high-quality fabric that hadn't touched his skin in years. He stared at his reflection in the grand mirror of the exclusive salon. His face had been meticulously polished to erase years of dullness, and his hair was now styled into a flawless, elegant shape.
"Ah, it feels like an eternity since I last saw myself looking like this," Jordan murmured in absolute awe as the stylist finished the final touches.
Evelyn, standing directly behind him, placed her hands on his shoulders. She curled her lips into a deeply meaningful smile, locking eyes with him through the reflection.
"Just look at yourself. You always belonged in a suit like this, far more than in the grease-stained rags of a mechanic," Evely
