Felix's POV
I dragged my eyes over the mirror, just so I could get a glimpse of myself. The three piece tailored suit clung to me like a second skin, and even though I didn't give out compliments easily, I would be lying if I said it wasn't nice. It was just how I wanted it, and the fact that it was close to perfection was an entirely different feat on its own.
I glanced at the mirror again, but at the sight of the suit, my expression turned sour. Suddenly, my attire didn't look so dashing anymore, and with a deep frown, I stepped away from the mirror.
I scanned the room haphazardly, my eyes searching for one thing and one thing in particular. I wasn't an addict, but the fact that it was the most accessible and portable made it my best bet. To hell if my future In-laws didn't like it
