104.

"Do we have to go, really?" Olivia said, pausing midway through brushing her hair a bit. Her hair, the color of sunset was what thousands of people admire when they set their eyes on it but only she knew the efforts put into making it presentable.

Having full and long hair was a curse but only to the owner.

During times like this, she wished that she could cut her hair and just be. Her brush snagged on another knot yet again and she groaned and turned to Nathaniel who was checking himself out in front of the dressing room mirror.

"Do we really have to go?" She asked again.

"Sixty two times." Nathaniel's deep voice

resonated through the large expanse of the room as he spoke. He looked with a satisfied expression at how the suit fitted his wide shoulders and did not give unnecessary space when it narrowed around his waist.

He liked how the silver texture of the suit made it seem that his blond hair was glistening.

"Good job, Peter," he mumbled, making a mental note to give his young tai