“You were wrong.”
“Can Ibewrong?” I ask grumpily. “It’s my wedding and my suit.”
“I’m not letting you wear the wrong suit to your own wedding,” Sebastian says. I hate Quinn so much right now.
“How gracious of you.” Someone come and save me from this bullshit. “Why was it even an option if I wasn’t allowed to pick it?” That’s fucking stupid.
Sebastian ignores that, turning away from me to check another suit from the “maybe” list. I didn’t say maybe to any of them. I didn’t say no to any of them either. I just want to fucking pick one, get fitted, and leave. He’s doing this to torture me, I just know it.
“Try this one on.”
He pulls out a white three-piece suit with a light-blue shirt and matching pocket square. “No.”
“No?” Sebastian faces it towards himself. “What’s wrong with it?”
“I’m not wearing white.”
He shrugs and puts it back, surprising me with his agreement. Then he picks one Iknowhe grabbed just to fuck with me. “What in the nine hells is that?”
“You don’t like it?”
“I want to buy it just so I can burn it.”
“Is it the colour? Because there’s black, too, it’s not just white.”
The black is a pattern on the white. Of flowers. A fuckingfloralpattern. Over the entire suit. It’s making my eyes hurt just looking at it. “No one has ever worn that on their wedding. Ever.” Why is it even in here?
“It’s actually quite a popular piece,” Emil says, popping out of nowhere like a goddamn genie. He caresses the arm of the suit. “It goes beautifully with a white gown or either a black suit or a white one. So versatile.”
It’s so shit. “No.”
Emil takes the suit from Sebastian, stares adoringly at it, and gives a little sigh before placing it on thenorack. “You’ll know when you find the right one, trust me.”
“I already—”
“What about this one?” Sebastian interrupts. “All black is stylish. Suits your”—he waves at all of me—“but still formal enough to be acceptable for a wedding.”
Great. “Sure. Yes. Let’s get that one.”
He puts it on themayberack, and I’m seriously about to pull my fucking hair out. What the fuck is actually happening right now? Is Lake going through this too? No, because Felix and Zachary actually like him. My partner hung me out to dry.
“You know,” Emil muses, tapping his bottom lip. “You have beautiful eyes.”
“Excuse me?”
He waves me off. “The dark-olive colour. It’s unique, stunning. And then the rest of all your”—he waves at me like Sebastian did barely two minutes ago—“means you need something that really makes you pop.”
I don’t want to pop.
“I think I have the perfect thing. Wait here, I’ll be right back.”
While we wait, Sebastian picks up a velvet red suit, and I interrupt him before he can say a word. “I will burn you with it,” I promise. “And I will enjoy every second of it.”
“Velvet is still in.”
“I would not be caught dead in that. But keep pushing, and I’ll make sure you are.”
Sebastian waggles his eyebrows at me and puts it on thenorack. At least he’s smart enough to know that it’s better for his health that way. If he’d gone anywhere near themaybewith it, I’d have committed murder in this place. Getting blood on everything in here can only be an improvement.
