"Mom is looking for you," Gabriel said, leaning casually against the doorframe.
Casaio lowered the small crystal scent bottle he had been holding and turned toward him. "How do I look?"
"Good," Gabriel replied simply.
"Just good?" Casaio arched a brow, adjusting his cufflinks.
Gabriel's lips quirked into a faint smile. "Perfect for a wedding. Like a groom, in fact." He straightened his stance. "Zilia must still be getting ready."
"Yes," Casaio sighed, checking his reflection once more as he fixed his bowtie. "Convincing her to wear that gown was nearly impossible. She kept saying it looked too much like a bridal dress, that she didn't want to draw attention away from Juniper tonight."
Gabriel gave a small nod of approval before pushing himself from the doorframe. "I'll go check on Dominick."
But before he reached the next room, the door opened, and Dominick stepped out, adjusting his jacket as he walked toward him.
