“Let me look at you,” Allegra said with stars in her eyes.
Vladislav had left every little detail of the wedding up to her and Milena and it was finally time to pick out his suit. Much to his displeasure, she insisted on him being more involved at this juncture. Milena already had his measurements on hand and all they had to do was send them in to his personal tailor to have Allegra’s favourite picks sent back for him to try. Under her watchful gaze, the King reluctantly did just that.
“It’s a little boring,” said Milena critically as she eyed over the black tuxedo. “But, I suppose he looks good enough.”
“Vlad always looks good,” Allegra said as she fiddled with the satin lapels. “And you can never go wrong with black. It’s a classic.”
“You’re making me feel like a piece of meat,” comp
