I hate my work schedule, but I did it. At last, I have produced something worthwhile.
Jehanparnasse Week, Day 1 (Discovery) - 1218w
Date night always came with a relative level of stress. Not because Jehan didn’t want to go, no, far from it. This was simply the one night they made a conscious effort not to offend Montparnasse’s delicate fashion sensibilities, especially when he said they were going somewhere nice.
“Nice” in that tone of voice meant fancy. Formal. Possibly black tie. The kind of place Jehan’s parents would want to see them in.
Hence the stress.
Jehan tossed another shirt onto the “rejected” pile on the bed. Too bright for this. Even without knowing where they were going, they were sure turquoise and pink would earn them a long-suffering look and a request to change.
“Maybe this?” Jehan pulled a vest free from their closet and held it up. Neutral tones, light tan and cream, just a little bit of lace around the edges. “With the bell sleeve white shirt and a scarf, yeah! What do you think, Armani?”