Chapter 34

John had returned to the mansion, preparing for a night out with Stephanie. As he laid his hand on the suit given to him by Stephanie, uncertainty tinged his thoughts. He pondered what the evening held in store, sensing it as a pivotal moment he couldn't afford to miss.

As he gazed at the suit, memories flooded back, evoking a mix of emotions. The fabric beneath his fingers, a reminder of his affluent past, brought a bittersweet smile to his lips. The scent of the suit, faint but distinct, transported him to days of luxury and opulence, contrasting sharply with his current reality.

Lost in reverie, John reminisced about the days when wealth and status defined his existence. Each crease in the fabric, each stitch meticulously placed, whispered stories of a life he once knew. The weight of the memories hung heavy in the air, a tangible reminder of the journey that had led him to this moment.

With a resigned sigh, John emerged from his room, the anticipation of the evening ahead mingling