Lemon Like Love

Best Dressed

~Matteo's pov~

I scrolled through my phone, my fingers swiping aimlessly across the screen, bored out of my mind.

While Atlas, Cal, and Zuko were arguing about whose suit was the best.

"Look at my suit!" Atlas exclaimed, spinning around in a sleek, black tuxedo. "It's tailored to perfection and makes me look like a million bucks."

Cal rolled his eyes, shaking his head.

"Please, Atlas," he scoffed. "Your suit is nice, but it's nothing compared to mine." He spun around in a vibrant blue suit with intricate patterns. "This is true style," Cal declared confidently.

Zuko chimed in, his voice filled with amusement. "You both have nice suits, but neither of you can compete with mine." He stood tall in a striking crimson suit adorned with gold embroidery, exuding an air of elegance and power. "This suit is the epitome of sophistication and sophistication," Zuko proclaimed with a smirk. They all glared at each other. I groaned.

"Come on, guys," I groaned, rolling my eyes. "Is this really what we're going to argue about? Who has the best suit?"

Cal and Zuko exchanged smirks, clearly enjoying the teasing.

"Well," Cal began, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "I suppose if 'true style' means looking like you raided your grandma's closet, then sure, you win."

Zuko laughed and added, "And if 'sophistication' means looking like a rejected circus performer, then congratulations to you too."

I gasped. I didn't look bad in my suit, did I? I quickly glanced down at my outfit, feeling a surge of self-consciousness. The navy blue suit was tailored to perfection, hugging my frame in all the right places. The crisp white shirt and perfectly knotted tie completed the ensemble, giving me an air of confidence and elegance. Surely, I couldn't be the fashion disaster they were making me out to be. I straightened my shoulders, refusing to let their teasing shake my confidence.

"Well, at least I don't dress like I'm stuck in the 80s," I retorted with a hint of defiance in my voice. I couldn't help but notice the smirks on their faces, clearly pleased with themselves for getting under my skin.

" But hey, at least I know how to rock a timeless look. Can't say the same for you fashion victims," Cal shot back with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Who said we needed a fashion police reunion? I didn't realize we were trying to win a best-dressed award here." Atlas said, rolling his eyes and pretending to adjust an imaginary crown on his head. "Well, it's not about winning awards," I replied, my tone dripping with sarcasm. "It's about having some sense of style and not looking like you got dressed in the dark."

" Oh, so you think you're the ultimate fashion guru now?" Zuko raised an eyebrow at me, his voice laced with amusement. I couldn't help but smirk, enjoying the playful banter.

"Well, someone's got to bring a little bit of fashion sense to this group," I shot back, flicking my hair over my shoulder with a self-assured air. Zuko chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

"You know, I never thought I'd see the day when you became the fashion police," he teased, his eyes glinting mischievously. Just then, someone walked into the room.

"Guys! Look at us!"

We four turned to look at Kamari and Lenna, who had just entered the room, their eyes wide with curiosity and amusement.

"How do we look?" Kamari twirled.

All four stared at them in awe. The wedding dresses they were wearing were absolutely stunning. Kamari's dress was a beautiful ivory lace, hugging her figure perfectly and flowing gracefully down to the floor. The intricate details on the bodice shimmered under the soft glow of the room's lights. Lenna's dress, on the other hand, was a dreamy ivory ball gown, like something out of a fairytale. The voluminous skirt cascaded down in layers of tulle, creating a mesmerizing effect as Lenna spun around. The bodice was adorned with delicate floral embroidery, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to the ensemble.