Chapter 87
KYAN'S POV
As I watched Kendrick fuss over his attire, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of impatience and something that bordered on envy. He was genuinely excited about his upcoming marriage, and while I cared about his happiness, I just couldn’t fathom the importance of spending hours picking the perfect outfit.
“Is it that hard?” I asked, trying to keep my tone casual. But the truth was, I was getting tired of this—sitting here, watching him try on yet another garment.
“Come on, Kyan, I have to wow Mary. I’m trying to look my best for her because she deserves the very best,” Kendrick replied, his focus entirely on adjusting his jacket.
“What do you think?” he asked, turning to face me.
I glanced up at him, not seeing the difference from the last three outfits.
