"I'm heading to the airport. Pick up some clothes for me.”

Rosalynn struggled to free herself, retorting, "I'm sorry. I neither have the time nor the responsibility."

Brian let out a soft chuckle, pulling her into the walk-in closet.

“Honey, we're the hosts today. We need to dress impressively."

Surveying the neatly pressed men's clothes in the wardrobe, Rosalynn said flatly, “Even if you wear rags, people would mistake them for high-end attire."