Michael Reese.
“I don’t believe I agreed to do this,” I grumbled, staring at the different costumes Casey selected for me. I wanted to have a normal party, but of course, she pressured me to hold a royal masquerade-themed ball, annoying me by how obnoxious she was.
How Ryker could deal with someone like her was beyond me.
The shop we were at was a famous one in the city, known for its well-made costumes. The owner was her friend, and she meticulously selected a few outfits for me. After trying a couple of costumes, I was already done and tired of all of this.
“Come on; red would look great on you. You’ll look like the prince of the party!” She said, pushing me towards the changing room.
“I was going for more of a king look, not a prince,” I said sarcastically, but the i***t didn’t g
