Zack
I tugged on the sleeves of the black jacket as I gazed at my reflection in the mirror.
“It’s a good fit,” the tailor, Nick, remarked as he pulled on the trouser leg to make sure it fitted perfectly. I couldn’t help but smile as I studied the suit Mato and Sierna had picked out. The suit was pitch black and the material was a shiny polyester that almost seemed to sit snuggly. The jacket and trousers were formal. Mato had stuck to his color scheme and the light pale blue shirt had short sleeves. The vest was also black, as well as the tie. The dress shoes were comfortable and overall, as I stared at my reflection, I couldn’t wait to be married to my mate. I also wished I could see Mato in his suit, but Sierna had basically forbidden it. Apparently, Mato’s suit wasn’t going to be the
