Two weeks later...
When it came to something as monumental as my wedding, I couldn't leave any detail to chance least of all what I'd be wearing. Sure, I'd been called a lot of things in my life rebellious, impulsive, even a troublemaker but sloppy wasn't one of them.
And if I was going to marry Aeliana, the most beautiful, radiant woman in existence, I needed a suit that matched her elegance.
Which is why, with more than a little reluctance, I had enlisted Zephara's help.
"Alright, Mini-Me," Zephara announced, crossing her arms as we stood in front of a high-end demon tailor's shop.
Her white hair gleamed under the glow of the enchanted streetlights, and her crimson eyes sparkled with mischief. "Let's find you something that won't embarrass me at the wedding."
I rolled my eyes, adjusting the lapels of my coat. "You mean something that won't embarrass me. You're not the one getting married."