Chapter - 150
A few days later, Jacob found himself standing before a full-length mirror in Althea's home, once again forced to endure the uncomfortable burden of formal wear. His reflection frowned back at him, his broad shoulders uncomfortably constrained in the fitted jacket, the crisp white undershirt stiff against his skin. The high collar itched, the cuffs felt suffocating, and the buttons—dear gods, why so many buttons?
He groaned. "I still can't wrap my head around why people willingly wear these abominations in the name of clothes? Who invented these? I don't think any sane man would ever wear this willingly unless he was under duress." His voice was thick with frustration as he tugged at the tight fabric around his throat.