Evening, eight o'clock.
Philip Shaw stood downstairs, watching the elevator as Aldana Candi was escorted out by the servants.
The gown was personally chosen by him, a perfect blend of European classical elegance and modern simplicity, the fishtail hem trailing down, covering her frail slender calves.
Aldana was beautiful, and after careful grooming, she became even more dazzling. At this moment, Philip Shaw walked over and picked her up horizontally from the wheelchair. Two equally attractive individuals leaned close together, making it hard for people to look away.
Aldana lived a secluded life, hardly interacting with anyone. Her pale face and quiet demeanor nearly made people forget just how beautiful she truly was. With a bit of makeup now, that touch of elegance flowed out.
