When June kissed December (Completed)

Chapter 7

"Okay, little brat, you're going to help me choose an outfit now, got it?" Pete looks back at Macau sitting on the edge of his bed. Snorting with laughter at his own words, Pete opens the wardrobe door. Today he wants to look beautiful. After sorting through several outfits, Pete stops his gaze at a pale blue shirt with a belt at the waist and loose-fitting black trousers. He puts things to himself and turns to the bright yellow friend:

"So? Does it suit me?"

Macau squeezes his mouth so that he seems to be smiling.

"Does that mean 'yes'?"

In response, the newt raises the tail up.

"In short, approved," — Pete chuckles.

Having used up a huge amount of shower gel, Pete finally washes off the last layer of copious foam, wipes himself and styles his hair. Then he gets dressed, completing the image by applying perfume where the pulse is being felt.

Pete feels excitement. He carefully descends into their bright living room, where Vegas is waiting for him. Dark blue, close to purple, tuxedo with black silk lapels, snow-white shirt and bow tie. Pete almost slips on the last step, but manages to grab the railing in time. Of course, he has already seen his husband in a similar outfit at their ceremony, but then everything was in a blur, Pete begged time to go faster and tried not to look in the direction of the alpha. Today he wouldn't lie if he said he couldn't take the eyes off him.

And it's mutual.

Smiling, Vegas greets him with a slight bow — Pete is almost used to these old-fashioned manners, then Vegas comes closer and says:

"You look beautiful, Pete."

The omega rubs his nose against the shoulder in embarrassment:

"Uh... well, this tuxedo suits you too. Indigo is quite your color, right?"

Vegas plays with his eyebrows, but does not answer anything, only offers to go to the exit with a gesture.

Today the driver is behind the wheel, they are sitting in the back, each in his own corner. Pete looks straight ahead, but he knows that Vegas occasionally turns his gaze to him. And so much sincere admiration, pride of a beautiful young husband and something are shining inside Vegas' eyes... Pete bites his lower lip. But not out of frustration. He, no matter how tries to deny it, is delighted with such admiring.

Bright lighting of the hall, live music, bustling waiters, helpfully offering snacks and champagne to guests. Vegas introduces him to the owner of the house, they exchange pleasantries, their omega husbands do the same. Then the owner wishes them "enjoy yourselves" and leaves them alone. However, within a minute someone comes up again to "greet" them, and all the ceremonies are repeated in a circle.

A sudden feeling of frost on the skin. Pete is sure it's not because of Vegas' presence. Today, he feels only warmth from the proximity of his husband.

Pete turns around.

Quite tall. Confident gait. Hair styled back. A beautiful slit of eyes under thick eyebrows and a smug expression on his face.

That's definitely a Disney prince.

Pete grins, making Vegas turn around. The latter instantly darkens with a look.

"Uh... is something wrong, Khun Vegas?" Pete asks worriedly.

Meanwhile, the handsome alpha is already next to them. Puts his hands together and makes a slight bow. Vegas clenches his jaw, but greets the newcomer with an equal gesture:

"Hello, Kinn. I didn't expect to see you here."

"Good evening, Vegas. Didn't expect it? But I decided to reply to the invitation. When will I see my old friend again?" Kinn says the last in a special, somewhat mocking tone.