Shael was cleaning out the clothes cabinet when he came across a set of silk garments. He spread them out, the delicate lace made them look strikingly beautiful. A memory of himself selecting those very laces at the shop surfaced in his mind.
So he tailored them? But… he never once forced me to wear them.
Shael touched the delicate laces with his fingertips. I don't even go out now, maybe I can wear them now.
Ronan opened the door and saw Shael dressed in one of the shirts.
"Why are you wearing that? You hate to wear something like that, don't you?" Ronan loosened his tie, removed his coat and placed onto the holder.
"I don't hate it."
"I know you like it, but you hate to wear it because it gives off the wrong image." He sat down at the dining table. Shael was done placing the dishes.
"But I don't go outside now, so I thought it's okay to dress like that." Shael grabbed his spoons.
