While Lorenzo was talking to the group of ladies, a hand smacked him again. He whipped around confused and angry, only to see Liam in a nice suit and Tristan standing next to him, wearing a suit with a dark blue fitted shirt.

“Hey buddy, nice party.”

“Thanks. You look…presentable,” Lorenzo chuckled.

“Well thank you,” Liam puffed his chest out. “Its a certain post glow,” He smirked.

“Ew stop,” Lorenzo grimaced.

“Is Mercer here?” Tristan spoke up.

“Yeah, I think he’s still at the entrance podium.”

“Oh sweet,” Tristan turned to leave but stopped half way. “Did something happen between you?”

All Lorenzo did was nod, which told Tristan everything.

“This damn party. I knew it, something was going to get in between you two.,” Tristan stormed away in Mercer’s direction.

On the other side of the room, Mercer stood at the podium bored out of his mind. Only then did he notice Tristan when he hugged him.

“Hey,” Mercer said tiredly.

“Hey lovely, how is it going?”

“Good, boring and tiring.”

“This is a party, you shouldn’t be here welcoming people in, you should be drinking and laughing. You should also change,” He waves a finger to Mercer’s outfit. “You need something tight. Come on,” Tristan took Mercer’s hand and lead him out to his car. “I’ve got just the right thing.”

In Tristan’s car was a makeup bag and a dark red shirt just like Tristan’s. He pulled both items out and smiled.

“Tristan what and who are these for?” Mercer mumbled nervously.

“You obviously!”

Tristan lifted Mercer’s arms and slide his old shirt off and the new shirt on. He then applied a bit of glossy chap stick to Mercer’s lips. The whole time Mercer was being man handled made him winded.

“You are handsome.”

“Are you sure, isn’t too much,” Mercer caught his breath and looked in Tristan’s car mirror.

“You want to be with Lorenzo, right?”

“Yes but we can’t. It will never work out,” Mercer sighed.

“Who says so, just walk in there looking like that and he will be at your hip in moments,” Tristan winked. “He also looked pretty hot in his tux, so take him before some man eater can.”

Mercer nodded and took a step towards the door, but Tristan stopped him once more.

“Mercer you are allowed to be selfish for once and this time you need to push yourself; hard, if not for yourself but for the sake of Lorenzo’s future relationship. One touch of a woman will break him and I know you don’t want to see him like that.”

“Y-yeah,” Mercer mumbled before speaking up louder. “You are right.”

“That’s it now go get him,” Tristan smiled and shoo-ed him off.

Mercer looked back at Tristan with a smile on his face, though he still felt weary he was more confident than before. He ran through the parking lot back to the mansion. But when he walked in he found Lorenzo surrounded by two particular women and he was panicking. Lorenzo’s breath was labored as he tried to get away from the older woman, Abigail Thompson and her daughter, Emily. Mercer rushed over but froze when Lorenzo’s voice echoes through the room.

“Get away from me!” Tears filled Lorenzo’s eyes and everyone went silent as he left.

Whispers filled the room. Mercer was torn between confronting the woman or going after Lorenzo. Time stood still as he made up his mind and ran after Lorenzo.