Reis might have made a slight miscalculation.
When he visited the store, the prince had forgotten that he himself didn't own anything with buttons that could be worn at a celebration. Most of them were plain shirts that he wore when he was disguised.
So now he could only stare at the outfits he owned in despair. Even the simplest one, something that didn't come with too much jewelry, like the one he finally put on after much contemplating, had those damned things hanging from the collar.
The past month had almost made him forget about this agony. The agony of trying to make those strings not to look like fishing nets.
And he himself didn't have a particular issue with that. Ever since returning, he tied them however he wished, as long as it held, who cared?
But when he looked at the mirror again, he realized he couldn't do that now. Even though he'd be wearing a winter coat over, the front part would show and fishing net ribbons was more or less Ann's defining quality.
