Edgar was a lot angrier then Cass gave him credit for.
Cass had wanted to make this into a situation where he had been poking fun at Edgar, showing him new fashions trends, all that. He had wanted it to be a fun experience.
Instead, Edgar just went with whatever Cass suggested. No fighting, no nothing. No comments, no back and forth. Nothing.
Cass wanted to pull his hair out.
Sir Sanders wasn't any help either. He was practically just a shadow, worse than Sir Forsythe could be sometimes. They had only gone to two shops, spending about 30 minutes in each before Cass reached his breaking point.
It had been an hour. An hour! Of Edgar behaving calm, rational, like the damn son of a duke. Not the man that Cass knew, and not the man that Cass wanted to go on an outing with. Long gone was the man who had teased him in the carriage, replaced with a man who looked at others like they were shit on the bottom of his shoe.
