With this new person on board, Brivian hung up the phone and turned to Mary. "Knowing how Harold is, he should be ready by the time we arrive at the manor." he says to her as Mary nods her head in agreement.
They continue driving along, taking in the sights as they become much more lavish as they're now riding through one of the more expensive areas in down. Brivian's pantlegs merge together, turning gold while cascading down to cover his feet clad in his high heels. The material shifts to a shimmering silk. The only left from keeping it being his dress is the sleeves and the upper portion of his chest still being covered.
"So what do you think his chances are of possibly finding an acceptable lady for him at this event Mary?" he asks as he turns to her once again.
Mary just shrugs her shoulders as a fur stole wraps itself around them. "Good question Missester Carnegie, with his charm, there should be nothing stopping him." she replies.
At long last they finally arrive at the manor as Brivian picks up his cellphone which is sitting next to his wallet and dials the house number, waiting for it to answer. "Are you decent Harold?" he asks.
