Chapter 48 Belong

• Florian had massively undermined how big of an event we were going to. Not that we were underdressed for the elite five-star hotel the car came to a stop in front of, or the herd of reporters that suddenly ran to the car once they realized it belonged to Florian. I mean, even if Florian wanted to be underdressed, he was physically cursed to never be able to.
• Not just his body, the god level proportions, or the perfectly sculpted face, he had an astronomical amount of money, style, and taste to match it. A shirt from his drawer could easily cost more than all of the allowances I was given at home till the very day I started working.
• "What... are the reporters for?"