Chapter 87

MARK

The city streets hummed as I drove through them, the scent of anticipation mingling with the crisp air. My heart was racing, but not from the excitement of the date with Giulia; rather, it was the frantic rhythm of my errands. The suit, the flowers—each task had to be completed before I could relax and prepare for the evening. I had always enjoyed these small bursts of organized chaos, but today, they felt like they were stretching beyond my control.

Kenzo should have been the one running these orders, but since what happened happened, it felt like he had broken out of a cage and now realized that he had the strength and will of his own.

I manoeuvred through the grid of city blocks, keeping my eyes peeled for the upscale men’s store where I hoped to find the perfect suit. Kenzo was on speed dial, and I was barely able to concentrate on the road as I juggled conversations and errands.

“Kenzo, I’m almost at the store. Just a few more minutes, okay?” I said, my voice cracking sligh