Not everyone was clever enough to be dressed for any occasion like Roman. The thought of dressing casual was as foreign as Mermish for Roman. “Hush,” Roman ordered before he snapped his fingers at one of the tailors, “Fix the hem on his pant. The pant looks ill-fitting. I rather not upset my grandmother so early in the morning.” Willing a charming smile back on his face, he accepted a champagne flute from one of the workers and admired his work.  “You accepted my offer to attend a Mulciber Family brunch. What were you expecting?”