Coldon is sat in the limo his eyes glaring at the window seperating him and the driver. Tch, why on earth did this have to happen? This is bullshit. He mumbled to himself clearly not happy. He was waiting for a long time and tapping his foot on the floor of the Limo and tapping his finger on the door. What's taking so long? He mumbled pissed off now, hates being kept waiting. Even more than this arranged marriage idea. They better hurry up damnit. He spoke more annoyed this time.
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