One hundred and ten
The blazer I hold against Brandon’s torso doesn’t suit him, I shake my head and return it to the wardrobe, walking back to him a while later with another jacket. An exercise we have been going at for fifteen long minutes. If the tensing of Brandon’s shoulders and his pointed stare are signs to go by, he will snap soon. I want him to look his best, that’s all.
Joshua insisted I dressed nice but nice in a billionaire’s vocabulary could mean a lot of things and I want his parent to have the best first impression of me. Other daughters-in-law have their husbands guidance on their choice of outfit, mannerisms yet here I am fussing over my husband and the meeting with his parents. They must think me a snub.