June 20th.
The party day had arrived. With them busying themselves with recording the songs and footage, days passed quickly.
Right now, Max was in Miracle Boutique's changing room, looking at his reflection in the mirror. A nice suit covered his body. His hair was done and waxed, slicked back neatly.
Unlike the usual him who had a slightly wild look, his current reflection reminded him of the time when he was in his old house.
"My! You look wonderful, Mr. Charles. It's as if you're born to wear a suit!" Georgina Gill, the owner of the boutique, praised him with an elated voice. "We just need to put a handkerchief in your left pocket and… There. It's perfect!"
Max smiled wryly as he looked at the owner's beaming expression.
"Thank you for the compliment, owner. It felt a little bit strange to dress formally like this."
'And suffocating.' He added in his mind.
