For the past three hours, he had been sitting her, waiting.
Waiting for her to finish preparing.
He sat on the edge of the cream colored couch, one leg crossed over the other, posture sharp and elegant. The deep navy blue tuxedo hugged his frame with the kind of precision only expert tailoring could achieve.
His crisp white shirt, collarless and modern, sat perfectly beneath it. A slim black tie ran straight down his chest, and a silver falcon brooch perched just above his breast pocket, gleaming faintly every time he shifted.
His loafers were polished to a mirror shine.
His watch, a minimalist dark leather piece, rested on his wrist like it belonged in a museum.
He looked… flawless.
And absolutely done with waiting.
Usually, he dressed an hour before events. Ready in under thirty minutes. Out the door without fuss. That was his routine, simple, efficient, predictable.
But today?
