CHAPTER 71

Harold's POV.

I pulled up my slacks and buckled my belt. The shackles on the belt dangled as I fixed the buckle, pulling my pants in. I moved across the dimmed room toward my bed, taking in the wine colored tux coat resting on it. Wyatt, my private shopper had gone all out this time.

I didn't use him regularly because I loved to shop for my own clothes but ever since the announcement of my engagement to Brittany and the upcoming engagement party, he had been on my neck. He wanted me to give him the task and I did.

I smoothened the sleeves of my crispy white shirt, loving the way the material clung to my body just enough to align the smooth structure of my body but not exactly tight fitting either. I ran my hand down my already well styled hair, brushing through the strands carefully to avoid rubbing the gell on it.

Something beeped loudly and soon, a familiar tune filled the air. I reached forward on my drawer and grabbed my phone. I frowned and tensed immediately I sighted the cal