Blind date or whatsover

A young man wearing a white long-sleeved polo with ends tucked into a black pair of slacks marched his black and heeled shoes into the dining hall. The place was gorgeously decorated and even the intricately patterned wooden chairs looked to be something with history on it. The ambiance of the room was screaming 'old rich' to everyone coming into the Baroque styled mansion. Unfortunately, none of the place's grandeur or the pleasantness of the host's smile could erase the scowl in the young man's face. In fact, the creases on his forehead deepened when he saw a person he didn't want to see.

"Young man, you're finally here."

The one that greeted Paul was a dignified fifty-three years old man sitting comfortably on the seat at one end of the long table. The gorgeously dressed woman seated on the middle-aged man's right side immediately followed up with a greeting, but Paul did not even spare her a glance. He merely walked to his uncle's side. In an emotionl