บท 295: What A Hot Mess

Zayn Medina was heavenly. He looked so good it hurt to stare at him. He was pulling the people of Alexei apart without even knowing it. Mikhail had done a good job dressing him up, and he was proud of it; after all,  the final product was beautiful.

Unlike everyone who had preferred a tuxedo today, Zayn Medina was dressed differently. In a white casual outfit, he looked nothing like the vampire everyone wanted dead at some point in time. Carl looked at his brother, then at Mikhail before mouthing a what the fuck to Mica.

Whatever he had done with his brother deserved to go down in the history books because damn.

There were whispers around the podium of how he looked so good he couldn't even pass for a murderer. But that was enough whispers about the vampire because Gaviria stood up to begin the opening ceremony.

They had a lot of days on their hands, and if they didn't start the ceremony, they would be looking at a two hundred-day celebration.