A day to the wedding and his attire was still being debated.
More relatives and acquaintances had taken up temporary residence in the castle to ensure the success of the matrimony.
Claire was nowhere to be seen, and he was always crowded with people to demand her private company.
He knew she'd been avoiding him since the night she left his room after confessing her jealousy - or maybe he was reading everything wrong.
The men gathered in the antechamber to assess his attire. Different dressmakers with exceptional qualifications rallied around him, each struggling to show him a unique cut they believe would suit the event.
He wanted to wear black, but Aunt Adisa had violently advised against it. So did everyone else.
Andon was surprisingly not there - he had always been present in every other fitting he had been forced to endure since his return.
