ZACH: Briefly, he glanced at his watch letting the stormy gray of his eyes look over the time piece. He wasn't ever late if he could help it when it came to work, his career. But this wasn't his career, it was dinner with his cousins. He had expected his sisters and brothers to come as well, to welcome the Flores family to the Sinclair stronghold here in Miami. Obviously, it was too much to expect from them.
Dropping his arm, he smoothed down the sleeve of his jacket over the dress shirt and started down the hall towards the dining room in the main gallery of the Towers. It was lit in a gentle glow of candles with a stream of music from the piano in the corner. Hardly crowded, there were a few tables seating customers along the south end of the room. As he entered the Host started towards him immediately. "As soon as they arrive, make sure the wine brought over this evening is served." Zachary instructed briefly before moving past him and to the table set up for their dinner.
His suit was from the famous Armani designer in respect of their Italian relatives. Shaped to his athletic form in a dark gray that matched the storm in his gaze. Taking a seat, he leaned back and adjusted the jacket while unbuttoning it to show the silk white beneath. His cool gaze roamed the dinning room while he waited, tapping his fingers along the table top slowly in time to the music.
ARIANNA: Arianna looked up nervously biting her lower lip as she stepped from the car. Wearing her favorite blue silk dress she always felt beautiful. It was the color of the ocean and complimented her skin tone very well. The Dress was a strapless empire waist that flowed down to end just above her ankles. The blue shoes that she usually wore with this dress were in the trash now having broken the heal as she left her Aunt's house. The