Voren wore a crisp white linen shirt with the sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms, tailored beige trousers, brown loafers, a luxury watch, and dark sunglasses.
The whole look gave him a polished yet relaxed appearance, the kind of quiet confidence that made people turn their heads without him ever having to ask for attention.
He looked like he had stepped straight out of the pages of a high-end magazine, effortless and powerful all at once.
The outfit waiting on the bed for Seraphine was a champagne-colored silk maxi dress paired with delicate gold jewelry, oversized sunglasses, and a cream designer handbag. Everything about it whispered wealth instead of shouting it. Understated. Exquisite. Perfect for her.
Voren picked up the clothes and began dressing his wife himself because she was moving too slow, still heavy with the last traces of sleep. His hands were careful and sure as he helped her into every piece.
