IN HIS WALK-IN CLOSET, Kurt peered at his reflection in the mirror, inspecting the native-style shirt and trousers in lilac, his outfit for his wedding, which his tailor had dropped off some minutes ago. The accompanying silver blue cap was perched on a nearby shelf.
He twisted to his side, his eyes journeying all over the outfit. How had he come here? How did he become this person? This new and much, much improved Kurt. A few short weeks to his wedding and not a trace of sweaty palms, shaky knees or heart palpitations in sight.
Kurt grinned and then tilted his head to one side, a rumple on his brow. There. A little adjustment in the shoulder span was needed... One hand tugged at the opposite sleeve. And could the sleeves be longer? Like about an inch?
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