8
“Looking awesome, big bro. Almost as handsome as me. I guess you’re ready to attend the charity event with Tristan now.”
Leonardo turned around from gazing at his reflection in the mirror inside his bedroom and snickered at Isaac before raising both his middle fingers. Isaac snorted before approaching him to help straighten up his bow tie and clasped his shoulders.
“Thanks, Isaac.”
“You’re welcome. You’ll knock him dead.”
“Yeah? You think so?”
“Well, you’re not half as good-looking as I am, but you’ll be fine.”
“Asshole.”
Isaac chortled. “I’m just teasing you. He will be amazed.”
“I know.” He smirked at Isaac. “Anyway, why are you here?”
Isaac’s expression became more serious after that. “You’re right about Tristan’s ring. The problemstill stands, though. We can’t prove anything.”