Chapter 288. The Monarch

Chantel Aeden Revia

They fit nicely, not perfectly, but that is okay.

"Take the black jacket instead," he suggests, his eyes assessing the options.

"Why?"

"He wanted purple; do not give him what he wanted." Lexcis advises, a hint of mischief in his tone.

"Right," I respond, considering the strategic move.

When I grab the white dress shirt and black suit jacket, I uncomfortably stare at Lexcis, thinking he will catch the message, but he does not.

"Could you please turn your back to me?" I request a touch of annoyance in my voice.

"Really?" he says, raising an eyebrow, and I simply scoff.

"You have done this before, right?" I challenge him. "Should be easy."

"You had to go and wreck everything, right?" He retorts, frustration evident in his voice.

"Your highness, it is not my fault that things are ruined." I defend myself