The Worst Wedding (Part 5)

Whoooooooosh.

The long cape with the Eight Blades emblem swept under the lamp light before catching on the tight rivets of the long coat.

"So, when does my exit come?" Adam asked again looking at his image in the gray outfit.

Franz smiled slyly, waving his hand nonchalantly.

"Closer to the evening. Before Osana and Nirosh officially become husband and wife, there will be a long speech from their family members, then from the person in charge of the marriage, and so on."

Franz shrugged.

"You must realize that a wedding between nobles is an event full of traditions and formalities that must be followed. We will give you a signal, moreover, I think Osana has already sent you a message. The wedding will keep to a strict schedule."

Adam nodded deeply, looking at his reflection in the mirror.

Today, yesterday, and even two days ago, Adam had occasionally received messages from Osana with always the same thing.