The engagement party was supposed to start in three hours.
Parker stood in his bathroom, staring at his reflection while trying to decide between the navy Tom Ford or the charcoal Armani. Both cost more than most people's houses. Both would make the appropriate statement. But only one of them would properly complement the absolute destruction of generational wealth he was about to unleash on the Five Families.
Navy it was.
Behind him, Zhang Ruoyun emerged from their shower looking like she'd been carved from starlight and good intentions. Water droplets traced paths down skin that seemed to glow with inner light, and Parker had to remind himself that punctuality was a virtue even when you could literally reshape time.
"You're overthinking the outfit," she said, wrapping herself in a towel that somehow managed to look regal. "It's not about the suit."
"Says the woman who spent twenty minutes choosing between silver and platinum accessories."
