Chapter 191 The Wedding
- ROWAN
- I fixed my suit, one that I’ve worn plenty of times. It was champagne, but not sparkly. Beige, is that it? Francis told me to buy a new one, but I couldn’t be bothered.
- Clothes were never something I cared about—not unless they were functional. The idea of spending hours trying on fabric that clung too tight or too loose made me want to crawl back into bed.