Everyone had gotten ready, headed downstairs, and set off like a blur.

The only thing MyrkLys had taken the time to do was all the boys compliment the ladies, who were all stunningly gorgeous after being gussied up by Cinyah.

Each of the lovely ladies had their hair up in the same fashion. Tied back and an under crown of braids, with a pin holding it all in place. On the pin was the MyrkLys Emblem.

Gabby and Melody had light makeup applied, which brought out their attractive features, whereas Selene had a smoldering and fierce palette, making her look untouchable for fear of being incinerated.

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The girls were all wearing backless, strapless dresses in their favorite colors, Gabby in Amethyst, Melody in a light Green, and Selene in a shade of black that shimmered with blood-red sequins.

For the most part, the girl’s dresses were pretty tame, well, all except Selene’s, which not only had a plunging neckline but a slit running up her right leg to the base of her ribcage, leaving little to the imagination.

If not for the multitude of thin fabric straps, it was a wonder the dress could cling to her body so snuggly, and what was more surprising was there wasn’t a panty strap visible, causing Cynrik’s heart to speed up at the sight of his girlfriend.

Seeing her in the stunningly riskque dress, Cynrik found it difficult to tear his eyes away, something that didn’t escape the watchful gaze of his Mother.

“Knock it off. What are you, a monkey?” With a thump to the back of the head, Cynrik was easily set straight by his Mother; meanwhile, the other boys couldn’t keep their eyes off their respective girlfriends.

But unlike Cynrik, who made it apparent he wanted to tear off Selene’s clothes and go at it, Brance and Benny were significantly more reserved, as they extended an arm out to their girlfriends and escorted them with poise.

As for the Boys, like the girls, they wore their respective colors, only differently. Each wore a black suit, and their Vests and Ties were colored. Benny’s outfit consisted of a deep blue vest and tie, with a white dress shirt; meanwhile, Brance wore a silver vest and tie while also sporting a white dress shirt.

Then…there was Cynrik, who abhorred wearing the color white, so instead, he went with a darker black dress shirt. The contrast between the shirt and his suit popped but looked good. But that wasn’t the main attraction. Instead, it was his Crimson red Vest and Tie.

When he stepped out of the room and headed downstairs, everyone froze because it was the first time they had seen him wear something other than all-black.

Setting that aside, the boys had done their own hair, which wasn’t that different from how they usually wore it in the case of Brance and Benny. The two were always clean-cut and styled their hair in a presentable way. They were good to go with just a little gel and a few strokes of a fine-toothed comb.

Cynrik, on the other hand, had taken the time to shave down the sides and back of his head to the skin, cleaning himself up. The most significant change was instead of allowing his hair to be tied up and dangle freely in a ponytail, he had braided it in a Norse or Viking style.

The braids drew in toward the center of his head before flowing down the back. He had even gone so far as to use leather straps covered in runes to tie his hair in multiple points.

Upon standing beside each other, everyone realized that Cynrik perfectly matched Selene in ferocity. Together, the couple radiated an air of “Stay Away if you Value your Life.”

“Hurry up now, children, the Limo will be here in three minutes, and I want to take a couple of pictures.” Seemingly appearing out of nowhere, Cinyah held up a device that caused Cynrik to gulp loud enough that Selene gave him a weird look.

After a chorus of “Okay” from everyone except Cynrik, who merely grumbled in discontent, Cinyah took pictures of each couple individually before taking a few group pictures and rushing MyrkLys out of the mansion.

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Sitting in the stretch hover-limo, Cynrik fussed with his tie and collar.

“Will you quit messing with your Tie, Darling~ it looks fine.” Selene chided as she smacked away Cynrik’s hands from his neck.

“You don’t get it, Sel; these damn things have one purpose and one purpose only, to FUCKING SUFFICATE MEN!” Feeling wronged after being scolded by his woman, Cynrik sucked his teeth and frowned.

“Selene, there is no point arguing with him; Cyn is always like this when he is forced to dress up; oh, that reminds me, I am sure Mom has a butt load of pictures from when we were younger.” Releasing a small laugh and shaking his head at their antics, Brance commented before tapping his chin in thought.

“I bet if you asked, she would crack out the memory books for you; it’s practically a holy grail of Cynrik’s most embarrassing moments.”

“Oh, I remember the memory books, Mother-In-Law always cracked them out for me when I was little so that I could tease you both.” Gabby quickly added, but as she did, she reached down to her lap to pet Milo.

However, she quickly remembered that Milo was staying back at the house with Cinyah and Maeve since beasts weren’t allowed at the Gala.

Instantly appearing downcast, Gabby was quickly cheered up by Brance, who caught her hand and held it while rubbing his thumb along the webbing between her index finger and thumb.

He had chosen to overlook the use of the title “mother-in-law” and cheered Gabby up.

“Realllly now~~ I must see these memory books.” Putting on a cat-like smile, Selene chirped in anticipation, but then a thought popped into her head.

“Hold on a second, is that why he panicked when Mother-In-Law appeared with her camera…it all makes sense now, hehe; I bet a lot of those embarrassing pictures involve him being dressed up too. I can’t WAIT!” Fighting back laughter, Selene turned and examined Cynrik; however, when she did, she could swear that her boyfriend seemed paler than usual.

Hearing about the memory books caused Cynrik’s eyes to lose their light, and you would only know he was breathing if you carefully watched for the rise and fall of his chest since he was taking shallow breaths.

Cynrik’s reaction caused a round of laughter from the members of MyrkLys as they enjoyed their ride in the limo.

Still, although everyone seemed to have let their guard down, that was far from the case. From the moment Cynrik and Brance stepped out of the Pinhurst Mansion, they had been using Mana Sight to observe their surroundings and easily spotted well over a hundred people lurking in the shadows and monitoring their every move.

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