ZEPHYR
I took one look at the coal black Armani suit and shook my head.
"No."
Nik groaned, slapping his face in frustration. "For f**k's sake, Zeph. It's the fifth one. You're not marrying the moon goddess."
"You don't even know what you're looking for," Alex chipped in, lounging on the couch like a cat. "At this point, just wear one of the numerous suits in your wardrobe. It's a small wedding after all."
I ignored them and peeled off the jacket, letting it drop to the chair behind me.
"It has to feel right."
"It's a suit, not a soulmate," Nik drawled. "At this rate, we're going to get married before he does. Before he gets the perfect suit."
Alex laughed.
Standing arms akimbo, I faced my brothers, about to reply when a text message popped up on my phone. It was from Lyla. Immedi
