The room was buzzing with excitement.
Silk fabrics rustled, hangers clinked, and Raven twirled in yet another dress , she had been trying them out since.
The don sat proud on the couch, cigar in hand, while Nico's mom clapped her hands together with joy.
"Oh, this one is stunning!" she beamed. "Nico, say something!"
Nico stood awkwardly by the edge of the fitting area, arms crossed, jaw tight.
The gown Raven wore was strapless and clingy in all the right places. Any other man would've lost it by now.
But Nico? He just sighed.
"It's...fine," he muttered.
Raven rolled her eyes but smiled sweetly. "You're no fun, husband-to-be."
Kyan entered the room with a tray of wine glasses, head held high, fake smile plastered to his face like a sticker that wouldn't peel.
"Refreshments," he said lightly, stepping toward them.
Nico didn't even glance his way—too busy being polite to his little bride-to-be. He adjusted her necklace, brushed her shoulder, fixed her hair.
All for show.
