How to Tame My Beastly Husband

How to Tame My Beastly Husband — Chapter 193. Pink (2)

They were visiting Tina’s boutique in preparation for Raphael’s banquet at the palace. It wouldn’t be just nobles from Deltium attending, but emissaries from foreign lands as well. All of them would be coming to celebrate Raphael’s momentous achievement of becoming Master of Swords.

Which was why he could not imagine wearing pink.

Tina, spying the displeasure in his face, tried to talk him down.

“I wouldn’t make you a full suit in this color,” she said patiently, as if she were calming a child. “I just want to add pink details to the collar, cuffs, or your tie. You wouldn’t even like that?”

“I don’t want it,” Raphael said, more stubborn than ever.

“You don’t like this, you don’t like that!” Tina retorted. “It’s very annoying.”

The man knew nothing about fashion, and still had the temerity to veto her when she proposed the latest trends. Infuriating. As they glared at each other, Annette interceded.

“Calm down,” she said, stepping between them. She had been watching the argument escalate, and couldn’t help sighing as she looked at the pink velvet in Tina’s hands. The designer was right; it would match Annette’s pink eyes perfectly. But it would be hard to talk Raphael into wearing that color.

Silently, she took the notebook where Tina sorted her fabric swatches, her eyes calmly scanning through the colors until she found a crimson. The deep, intense red was very elegant.

“What about this one, Raphael?”

“Much better than the other one.”

“This one will work for trim with dark navy blue as the base,” Annette said, placing a navy blue velvet beside the crimson she had chosen. “The banquet is for Raphael. We should choose something that compliments his coloring.”

The combination was dark but intense, and when she tried to picture Raphael in the dark blue and red, she knew he would be wildly beautiful.

Really, it would be strange if something didn’t flatter him, with his physique. Annette cast an admiring glance at his muscular body. He was a head taller than she was at the shoulder, and so impressive that he looked like a well-developed beast.

Thank God he’s my husband.

Annette shrugged inside. In theory, the banquet was an unprecedented celebration for Deltium, but in reality it would be a dangerous battlefield with many hidden traps. But that didn’t mean they could just wear any old thing.

She wanted Raphael to look good at his banquet. She wanted him to look as impressive as his accomplishments. She wanted him to hold his head high before all the nobles of Deltium.

“I agree with those colors,” Raphael said, nodding at Annette’s choice with lamblike obedience.

“Tina, what do you think?”

“…you don’t usually wear those colors, my lady,” Tina replied deliberately. She had been charged with Annette’s wardrobe since childhood, and she knew better than anyone else what looked good on her. Navy blue and crimson?! Tina was unhappy.

Annette had delicate features and light colors. She looked best in spring shades. Pink like tulip buds, pale yellow like freesias, dreamy purple like lavender, light greens like leaves, and other similar colors.

But Annette was insisting on choosing colors that didn’t suit her. Raphael had to be the center of attention at his banquet. But of course, it didn’t mean that she would be drab.

“I know,” Annette said, trying gently to persuade her. “But I have faith in you, Tina. I’m sure you’ll think of something wonderful. Besides, don’t you think it’s time for me to change my style?”

Annette was no longer a hothouse flower, and it was time to put away pastels for something new. Tina nodded as if she were hypnotized by Annette’s smile, which wasn’t the innocent little girl’s smile she remembered.

“Of course, you can trust me, Lady Annette!”

“I have another favor to ask, by the way. Do you think you could do something a little different with the inner lining? It will be a slightly unusual material.”

Annette smiled as she made the odd request. She would be as prepared as possible of the banquet. A beautiful dress was important, of course, but she also wanted to survive wearing it.

It was always best to plan ahead.