The Shaw family's engagement banquet is in the evening. Worried the two of them would be running around like headless chickens, Yeats Howard came over in the morning. Turned out Tara was fine—she was pretty enough that anything looked good on her—while Marcus Quinn only had two tracksuits to his name. The tailored suit he'd ordered would take at least half a month to be ready, so it definitely wouldn't make it in time for this engagement banquet.
"I'll take you to buy something off the rack!" Yeats Howard said through gritted teeth.
"No rush, we'll go after lunch." Marcus checked the time. He'd had a bit too much to drink last night, but his biological clock still woke him up early. He got up to make congee, did breakfast, called Tara up to eat with him, and since neither of them had slept well, they went back to catch up on sleep afterward.
It was ten o'clock when Yeats Howard arrived, and lunchtime was just around the corner, so Marcus naturally didn't want Tara going hungry.
