Logan's POV
I straightened the lapels of my champagne-colored suit, the same one I'd worn to countless formal events before. The fabric was understated, nothing flashy or attention-grabbing. Niall had insisted I buy something new for the occasion, but I couldn't see the point.
Clothing had never held much importance for me unless it served a practical purpose. The thought of spending hours in fitting rooms, dealing with salespeople and fabric samples, made me want to retreat to the safety of my empty bedroom.
My new house was nearly complete, save for the office that still needed finishing touches. I'd been moving my belongings piece by piece over the past few days. The room around me was sparse and unwelcoming, exactly how I preferred it. Four walls, basic furniture, minimal distractions. Simplicity was all I required.
I tugged at my cufflinks, noticing a slight wrinkle in my trousers that I chose to ignore.
