Page 31 of Promise Yule Be Mine
The task took most of my morning and afternoon so when I got to the post office it was about to close, but I sweet-talked my way in and got the kind assistant to help me finish the job. I wasn't going to rest until I ticked this off my to-do list. Especially since I expected Jenna and Kody to spring something else on me at the last minute, and wanted to be prepared.
By Wednesday there was no news on Jenna's return so Kody got cover for the bar and we drove to Springfield in pursuit of his wedding tux.
"This is nice," he said, picking up a black, plain suit jacket and inspecting it.
I grimaced.
"You're getting married on Christmas Eve. Are you sure you want to go for black?" I asked.
I usually didn't find a problem with a black suit. It was most appropriate for most weddings. But themed weddings were different. And I was nothing if not a perfectionist.
A perfectionist who should have known better than to trust his BFF and her fiancé to take care of things themselves.
I wondered, not for the first time, just what sort of relationship these two had and if there was a different reason for them getting married other than true love, considering they hardly talked about each other.
"Oh. Maybe not. What were you thinking?" He looked at me as if hanging onto my every word, my every move. As if only my opinion mattered.
Oh God. Here I go again making shit up in my head and projecting.
"I…erm…I" I stuttered. "You can go for any color really. Pretty eyes never have trouble with most colors."
I almost facepalmed myself.
Had I really just said that? Really?
Kody smirked and put the black suit jacket back on the rack.
"Pretty eyes, huh?" he asked.
I sighed. "You know what I mean. Gray eyes go with pretty much anything, although we should probably keep it on-theme."
I turned and located the less traditional suits, marching right for them but not before taking a moment to squeeze my eyes shut and wishing this was all a dream. I was ready to wake up now.
But I didn't.
And I'd just embarrassed myself to my client. Again.
And been inappropriate. Again.
"Here," I said with bated breath. "How do these look?"
I handed him a deep emerald suit but I didn't wait for an answer as I put another shade of dark green into his hands and then found the maroons.
"Hm…I don't know," he said after a moment and five suits later. "What do you think? I trust your judgment."
My cheeks warmed at the statement and I hoped to god he couldn't tell I was blushing.
Good thing I was Black and white people always had a hard time telling when we were blushing. Or bruised. Which might be one of the many reasons why we'd been so dehumanized by history, but that was a subject for another day.
"Uhm…yeah. Okay," I said. I took a deep breath and looked at the options again. "How about this one? Green makes your eyes stand out."
I pointed to the pine green tux and took the rest away so he could try it.
When he walked out of the changing room five minutes later, he took my breath away. Literally.
The green didn't just bring the color of his eyes out. It made all of him brighter, more beautiful although I wasn't quite sure how much handsomer he could get.
He was a vision to behold and the thing didn’t even fit perfectly.
