175: We Have To Win

Camilla The moment I walked out of my room, I spotted Drake waiting by the front door, dressed in a suit that clearly wasn’t his. Lewis had lent it to him, and I had to admit, Drake looked sharp. Well, as always. He was always a good-looking man. I couldn’t hold back a grin as I approached him. “Wow, Drake, that suit actually fits you better than it fits Lewis,” I teased. Drake looked down at himself, adjusting the jacket with a smirk. “Yeah? I was worried it might be a bit snug.” Lewis appeared in the hallway, having overheard me. “Hey, I’ll have you know this suit is tailored to perfection!” he protested, trying to look offended. I laughed. “Oh, come on, Lewis. You know it’s true. Drake’s pulling off the look way better than you ever could.” Lewis put on a mock pout. “Fine, fine. I see how it is. I’m just here to help, and now I’m being replaced as the best-dressed man.” Drake chuckled and gave Lewis a friendly pat on the back. “Don’t worry, Lewis. I promise to return the suit