That One Night
"Luca, don't tell me that you forgot," Miles Roberts, Luca's best friend, accused. Luca's computer was placed on the coffee table while a very annoyed Miles was displayed on the monitor.
Luca shoved a mouthful of popcorn into his mouth and tore his eyes away from the reruns of Friends to Miles who was sporting a deep frown. Luca swallowed and arched his brow. "Miles, I love you but this was supposed to be my two-week vacation. No one is allowed to disturb my peace but I let you because you are my best friend and you're going to bombard me with calls until all the device in my home explodes," Luca deadpanned while Miles rolled his eyes, a small smile on his lips.
Miles took a deep breath. "Luca, it's my 25th birthday. Did you forget? I sent you a dozen of invites because I know that you tend to encase yourself in a bubble every time you take a vacation," Miles said in an amused tone.
Luca Storm is the CEO of a renowned advertising company and with the different campaigns that the AdvertEx manages, Luca doesn't have enough time to relax. However, with the new hires augmenting their labor force, the board forced Luca to take the day off.
Luca stared at his computer, wide-eyed. "Oh crap. I'm so sorry, Miles. I told the guard not to disturb me as well, so I may not have received your invites. When and where?" Luca asked in urgency and smacked his forehead at the stupidity.
Miles chuckled and shook his head. "No worries. It's going to be held at our villa, at 9 pm. You still have two hours so, chop-chop. I'll get mad if you don't attend. Bye!" Before Luca can ask more questions, Miles cut the call short.
With a deep sigh, Luca cleaned up his mess in the den and headed straight to his bedroom for a pair of suits, only to groan when he realized that his suitcase filled with his formal clothes was at his parent's house. Luca enjoyed his first week in Europe and he stopped by his parent's house to hand them their souvenirs.
"Should I call Miles and cancel? I can't go to the party wearing jeans and a shirt," Luca grumbled and frowned, then angrily dove onto his bed. Well, he could visit a boutique but Luca preferred his suits made by his favorite tailor. Luca loves the way the expensive fabric fits him like a glove. Going to his parent's house was not feasible because it would take one hour of travel, and counting the travel back to his place and the entire preparation, then finally driving to the venue, Luca would be incredibly late.
That's the one thing Luca doesn't want; being late. Miles hates tardiness and Luca doesn't want to imagine what's going to happen if he gets late. Miles is a formidable person when angered.
While in the middle of a dilemma, the doorbell rang. Luca got up with a confused frown. He told the guard not to disturb him, but why would the guard choose to do it now? Luca sauntered to the foyer and opened the door, only to find a black box on the ground.
Luca's frown deepened. His eyes swept around the compound but the guard was back at his station. "Well, I hope it's not a bomb. Wait. What if it is?" Luca's eyes widened and he used his toes to push the box. "It's light. Bombs are supposed to be heavy, right?" When Luca checked his watch, he groaned again and decided to take the risk. "If I die, I will haunt Miles for the rest of his life."
Luca picked up the box and a card fell out. Rufus's Tailoring. A wide grin stretched across Luca's face and he almost kneeled and spread his arms to thank the Lord but he just uttered a silent prayer of thanks. His problem was solved instantly. Luca excitedly shut his door and went to his living room and placed the box in front of him.
That's right. Luca was supposed to receive his suit this week for an event that he's going to attend this coming weekend. Luca opened the box and unfolded his suit and his brows drew together when he noticed that the suit was different from the one he asked for. It was a pair of dark gray suits with a white dress suit, in comparison with his supposedly deep beige suit.
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