"You're enough." Purple Summers brushed away his hand, disgustedly saying, "You've buttoned it all wrong!"
Alexander Summers laughed, "I'm indeed not good at dressing."
What he implied was that he was good at undressing.
Purple had become numb to his shamelessness. She undid the buttons and re-fastened them properly, saying, "Alright, now get going. Tomorrow is such an important day. Having bags under your eyes will look terrible, and I need to sleep too..."
Alexander had finally squeezed out some time to come back, so how could he be willing to leave? He picked up Purple and laid down on the bed, holding her intimately in his arms.
"There will be many guests tomorrow, and you will be with Sarah," Alexander chatted with her about the next day's family feast. "If someone tries to hit on you, ignore them. You're also not allowed to drink and chat with strange men. I will arrange for someone to protect you..."