Cass was stepping down from the last few steps of the stairs, adjusting his sleeves with Lucian and Edgar trailing behind him, when he caught sight of Fiona and Lady Ava.
Lady Ava looked miserable, all while fully dressed to the nines. She wore this pretty, frilly pink and white thing that made her blonde hair shine. It suited her, probably because she was fair skinned, blonde, and the saintess. Did it escape him that it kind of looked like a wedding dress?
No, and that was probably what had both of them in such a foul mood.
Fiona was in a light purple dress. A hint, a slight dig at the fact that she was related to the King. Purple was normally a colour worn by the royal family. Cass kicked himself suddenly. He should have worn purple too. That would have been a good dig.
