The light filtered through the towering sycamore trees, casting a solemn and majestic glow at the entrance of the Magistrate's Manor.
The crowd arriving for the ceremony was bustling, and the guests in formal attire eagerly entered the manor to attend the highly anticipated inauguration ceremony.
However, amidst the festive atmosphere, a discordant commotion quietly emerged.
Brother Bennet led a few city playboys through the crowd.
His face bore several bruises, remnants from last time at the bar with Carlos.
Tonight, he wore a tailored black suit, and his tie was impeccably knotted, yet his sullen expression was particularly glaring.
"Carlos, you actually brought your low-rung wife to such an important occasion, aren't you afraid she'll embarrass you?"
Brother Bennet paused and looked at Carlos with a provocative gaze, his voice heavily laced with mockery.
He remembered last time at the police station when Carlos tricked him, almost landing him in jail.
