Making my way to the restaurant, I hand the name cards to one of the waitresses who quickly race around placing them out following the seating arrangements. Valen emerges from the kitchen with a garment bag slung over his shoulder and smiles when he sees me. He is dressed in a black suit, looking handsome like always. Valarian is also dressed in a suit and is playing with Casey and some other children that had arrived early. Valen approaches me, coming up behind me. He nestles his face into my neck which earns curious stares when his hand goes to my hip to tug me back against him.
“You’re not wearing that,” he growls, looking down at my uniform.
“And I am not wearing that, if it is a dress,” I told him as he drapes the bag over my arm.
“Ah, well, good thing it’s not. I know you don’t we
