Christian was in his dressing room, walking around and looking thtought his schelves and rows of clothles, trying to make himself outfits that he found presentable for the first time he'd be comming to an event as important as your sister's wedding.

After a while, he walked back in the bedroom to come asking you about what were your family's tastes so he'd be choosing clothles that fitted their preferences, but as he walked back in, he would be faced with you still sat onto the bed, your back leant against the head of the bed while your eyes were on the tv as you played on your Play Station 4 (PS4).

You didn't even started to get ready. Still in your pajamas with your headset on and your controler in hands. Christian never managed to understand hox you never passed more than 50 minutes getting ready while he was taking minimum an hour for even the smallest events. He stared at you as he held a white, buttoned up, Gorgio Amani shirt with its collar dark blue, the brand of the cloth sewed on the edge of the piece of fabric he held in one of his hands.