Chapter 220

I went to my wardrobe, ironing my clothes for the day. Dior looked confused. "Why don't you have the housemaids do this?" He asked. "They put creases in places creases shouldn't be. I rather do it myself... and until we get to the bottom of this assassin slipping through security, I trust no one not in my immediacy..." I said, flipping the trousers over that I planned on wearing, "See, they would have gave these creases... These pants don't need creases!" Dior chuckled a bit as I got dressed. I wore a teal button down shirt that was neatly tucked into nude colored slim fitting trousers. The trousers were tucked into slim mahogany boots, made from the rarest ural goat skin. Next was the nude colored trench coat followed by the dark brown brim hat. Lastly was the imperial seal. I looked in the mirror, liking the gettup. Still though, a piece of me was miserable, devoid of the joy I once felt. A sigh erupted from me. "I hate my life..." I said, heading down the stairs. It caught Dior by s