“So, how do I look?” Violet asked, stepping out of his room.
“Vi. You’re asking me, somebody who’s entire wardrobe for years consisted of twenty pairs of identical cargo pants and same number of black shirts, how you look?” Penelope replied, not bothering to get up from the couch. “I’ve only started wearing different colours in the past few months.”
“Point taken. Never going to you for fashion advice again.” He said, adjusting his tie.
“Good plan.” She returned to her book, before looking up once again. “Oh, right, I ordered some flowers for you to take. Stop by the florist and pick them up on your way there.”
“Well, thanks, Nel.” Grabbing his jacket, he turned to her. “You didn’t have to.”
“I knew you’d forget. You were too busy making sure everything else was ready.” She waved her hand towards the door. "Besides, I used your money. Now get going, Sparks. You’ll be fine.”
