William patted John’s shoulder with a small smile and a nod. “If I may be so bold as to say so, you, sir, look amazing.”
John grimaced at his reflection. “I don’t think I’ve ever worn quite this much…” He ran his hand through his hair and stepped back. He turned, he peered over his shoulder, and he turned to face the mirror again. “This much colour.”
He’d expected black, maybe even grey, so when the garment bag had been unzipped, and John saw what he would best describe as a wine-coloured tux, it had caught him by surprise. When he’d said so, William had chuckled.
“Everyone will be in black,” William had explained. “You’re the star tonight, John. I want you to stand out. I want to show them just how creative and attractive you are. Let the dead men wear their dreary colours. You are goi
