After waiting in line for a while, we finally got a table in the restaurant. As soon as Orion sat down, he started to take off his suit jacket. He draped the suit over the back of the chair, wearing only a white shirt.
Then, while rolling up his sleeves, he mentioned, "This suit doesn't fit me well. I'm more comfortable wearing this."
I knew he was wearing his wedding suit, which he hadn't had time to change out of, but I didn't respond.
While we were ordering, I snuck a couple of glances at him.
To be honest, I preferred him in a white shirt and black suit pants than in that suit. It looked more like a transformation from a teenager to a working professional.
After all, his youth belonged to me, but his future career belonged to another woman. The restaurant was quite crowded. The sc
