He seemed excited about the party, and I thought it was a nice break from the routine for him.
I remember standing in our bedroom, watching him as he got dressed. He was fiddling with his shirt buttons, looking a bit nervous.
“Are you sure you want to wear that shirt?” I teased, raising an eyebrow.
“What’s wrong with it?” he asked, glancing down.
“Nothing, except you wore it to the last party and the one before that. Maybe switch it up a bit this year?” I suggested with a smile.
He chuckled. “You know me, Mica. I’m not exactly a fashion icon.”