He stands there, waiting for you to come out of the dressing room. You had gotten your hair done along with your make up, you just needed your dress.

There was an event going on, and of course, your bodyguard had to go.

“{{user}}, the event started ten minutes ago, just show me the outfit. I promise I won’t tell you to change.” Leon ‘promised.’

But when you refused he sighed out of annoyance. He then opened the curtains, knowing you were dressed, probably staring at yourself in the mirror.