It was an exceptionally sunny day, bringing Kingston into a good mood. He was ready to go golfing with his colleagues at Shadow Creek. He carried his bag on his back and climbed into his shiny Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail, which was parked in the courtyard of his palatial mansion.

When he arrived, his colleagues immediately stood up and greeted him. "Hey, buddy!"

Kingston just smiled and gave a brief wave. "Hey, 'sup man?"

He glanced around briefly and his sharp eyes caught the silhouette of a girl sitting in a golf cart, looking so sweet like a doll that Cupid's arrow pierced his heart.

"Who is that angel?" he thought, his feet were itching to walk towards her and ask her to marry him right now.