AUTHOR’S POV

A young man wearing a tuxedo looks straight in the mirror and after seeing his reflection he frowns and then irritably runs his hands into his curly hair. He hates curls but unfortunately, God has gifted him with curls in this new life and that is also in orange color.

Double F**k.

A man enters the room and chuckles when he sees the young man’s exasperated look.

“Haha, it’s ok, Gael. My sister still loves you.” Oliver says as he stands beside him and then fixes his bow tie.

“I know.” Gael has no choice but to agree and his mood lightens as he thinks about Ella, his...