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The birthday party.

Beverly rushed home from work as she remembered she had promised to accompany Igor to a party.

She was still out of breath when she walked through the door to meet him sitting on her couch waiting.

She stopped on her track and stared at him in shock.

His appearance had a drastic change.

His hair had been pulled neatly to the back in a bun, his tall and fit body was now clad in a two-piece suit.

A pair of leather dress shoes qwas on his feets.

Taking notice of her presence, he looks up from the device on his lap and smiles softly at her.

"You are late," he said, staring at her.

His words were like a go button for as she immediately snapped out of her daydream.

"I was delayed at work" she replied not confessing that she had forgotten all about him.

"Wait, is it okay to have someone style you?" He stopped her briefly and asked as she was about to rush into her bedroom to get ready.