I joined my father up on stage, ignoring all of the prying eyes of our elite guests. My gaze was only on Kenzo and boy did he look good.
His tailored black tux was stitched with red thread in the shape of different Japanese lettering. His black bow tie fit him perfectly, giving a good view of his strong jawline as it sat on his neck.
He turned to the side to whisper something into his grandfather’s ear, giving me a perfect view of his back.
The back of his black tux had a huge Japanese dragon on the back of it, stitched in red. The sight was magical, as if the dragon was alive, practically popping out of him.
I didn’t think Kenzo wore anything but black.
This was something new—something exciting.
My father cleared his throat next to me, finally getting my attention.
He was j
