In his enormous chamber, Xavier was putting on his suit with Nolan's help, while at the center of the dressing area, a nonchalant figure sat casually reading through a magazine, pretending he wasn't watching everything happening before him.
"Enzo, you're not helping at all, and we both know you're not reading a damn thing in that magazine, so drop it. It's getting on my nerves." Xavier deadpanned.
Enzo smirked before lowering the paper.
"What is it? Is the powerful lord nervous about his wedding??" Enzo spoke lazily, and Xavier immediately gritted his teeth.
"In your dreams. I am not nervous, why would I be??" Xavier shot back while fixing his collar.
Nolan simply nodded along with the flow, though even he could clearly see that his formidable boss was shaking internally for some reason.
"This is all I ever wanted, and I'm getting it, so that's enough for me." Xavier stated firmly before turning to look at himself in the mirror.
