"Oh, good. The tailor is here." Kaelos muttered, adjusting his cufflinks before he gave Celine and her mother one final glance. "Hopefully we wouldn't have to have this... 'Conversation' again."
The dining table was tense and I couldn't help but try my best to look away from Celine. I knew that if Kaelos left here without me the bitch would have her hands around my throat.
Before Kaelos could walk away, I grabbed his arm from where I sat, causing him to turn his gaze to me with a frown on his face.
I was speechless at first, my eyelids fluttering until I plastered a smile on my face. "Would you mind if I tagged along with you to go see this tailor?"
Kaelos tilted his head but soon shrugged. "Who did you think the tailor was here to see? Me? Nah, I could just slap a random suit from my closet on my body for the ball and call it a day. You on the other hand... My bride..."
He paused, making sure those last words sank enough for Celine and her mother to digest them.
