Zephyrion stared at his reflection in the full mirror.
He wore a classic black suit, fitted to a tee, a dark inner shirt, golden cufflinks and embroidery, and dark, elegant shoes. With his hair tied back neatly into a single ponytail and purple eyes, he bore the full weight of his devilishly handsome self.
'Hm… it actually looks nice.'
His eyes lingered on the suit.
At a glance, he could tell the quality of each piece. Ingrid must have gone out of her way to acquire the best. Ultimately, it brought a frown to Zephyrion's face. The fact that he still wasn't certain what went through her mind irked him.
Still, his current appearance was one that surprised even him. Zephyrion had never really bothered with his appearance.
