Chapitre 539: We Can Tell

Ethan 

I knew the event we were going to for Demyan's appearance at whatever we were going to was big but I did not think I fully understood the level of preparation it needed until it was the day of leaving. 

"What do you think about this one?" Kyla pulled the rack of clothing towards him as he sat on a makeup chair whilst hairdressers straightened his hair; making him look more and more like Uncle Vas, then held up the bright pink outfit that almost made my eyes hurt. 

"I don't want to look like a mutated flamingo," he snorted, which made his stylists laugh like a group of teenage girls. 

Everyone knew he was married but they seemed to love to contest it by how hard they were blushing.