Chapter 49: _Too Harsh
Night soon came and it was finally time for the ball.
I was in my room, getting ready by buttoning my suit, while Marcellus stood behind me, already dressed up in a fine-tailored grey suit.
"Looking dashing as always, my liege," Marcellus muttered teasingly just then, causing me to roll my eyes as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
Just like I said before, I didn’t need to go around searching for a tailor since I already had dozens of tuxedos to choose from.
I wore a blood-red tuxedo, the color representing our pack, and had my shoulder-length black hair tied up in a fancy-looking bun.
Anyway, I turned around to glance at Marcellus before shaking my head. "Quit the flattering and tell me if you’ve discovered anything new about Odessa," I muttered.
It was Marcellus’ turn to roll his eyes.
"Seriously, I don’t get you." He remarked, folding his arms in front of his chest. "You’re her husband and she’s your wife. If you need any new Intel on her you could literally just ask her instead of relying on me."
I arched an eyebrow at him after hearing his berating, causing him to raise his hands defensively.
"No offense, of course."
As annoying as Marcellus could get, I knew it was all harmless and that he meant well at the end of the day.