Micah stood in front of the mirror for far longer than he cared to admit, his gaze fixed on his own reflection as though reassurance might be hiding somewhere between the sharp lines of his tailored suit and the carefully styled fall of his silver hair. However, the more he looked, the more uncertain he seemed to become, his brows drawing together slightly as a trace of worry settled across his otherwise striking features.
He tilted his head to one side, then the other, scrutinising every detail with a level of seriousness that would have been almost amusing under normal circumstances. After a moment, he finally broke the silence, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation.
"Be honest with me," he said, glancing at the figure behind him through the mirror. "Do you think I went a little too far with this? Is the three-piece suit… too much? Like, overkill?"
