“I got invited to a banquet that’s coming up that my company is catering and apparently the dress code is very snappy.” Aiden frowned, face screwing up even more as he tried to decide what the hell he was supposed to do about the mess he’d talked himself into. “What do I even wear that won’t make me look like a complete and total sewer rat? Seriously I’m not good at fashion, I’m a chef. We wear the same damn thing every day. I don’t know how to do this.”














