Chapter 191 The Wedding

ROVANT-REX

I fixed my suit, one that I've worn plenty of times. It was champagne, but not sparkly. Beige, is that it? Franyx told me to buy a new one, but I couldn't be bothered.

Clothes were never something I cared about—not unless they were functional. The idea of spending hours trying on fabric that clung too tight or too loose made me want to crawl back into bed.

Speaking of Franyx…