After classes, I get back to our room before Owen does, and the first thing I notice is the pair of suit bags hanging from a hook at the back of the reception room.
I shut the door slowly behind me, my attention catching on the note left on the coffee table.
For the formal, in our colours. Wear them well.
Leo Landry
I unzip one of the bags and find navy wool, crisp white cotton and a waistcoat.
Our pack colours. Navy and white, with a discreet hint of gold in the tie and pocket square.
It is the sort of thing I have worn before without thinking. It is simply what we do. What my family does for formal occasions. What our pack does when it is asked for us.
But now, with the suit hanging there in front of me, in this suite, it feels heavier.
Because it hangs there as a reminder.
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