"Shhh. Let's not give them another option," he said softly, stifling a laugh. He motioned her again to follow and left the table. He saw her stained shirt. "Take your time," he said. "We need a pair of witnesses. I'm going to go line up my best man. I can only think of one man I want to do that.
"Do get your coat," he said. "Not only is it cold porting there this time of year, but Italy can be chilly this time of year. My leather coat that I wear in our world will be a bit out of place there, so I'm going to grab a warm jacket. We'll buy the rest when we get there. We'll stop off at Tobias's in Venice before we do much else."
He kissed her and then he said, "I should at least have let you get a dress for this if you wanted one. I'll get you twelve in Italy. Maybe more."
"She doesn't need twelve," Khaat said, coming into the room. "I saw they got you with the jam, Bella. And, you, Angus, you really aren't going to wear your jeans and that flannel shirt, are you?"
He looked at the red and black buffalo plaid flannel shirt with its sleeves rolled up. It was new--well, new-ish. Still, she was probably right.
"You're not buying a horse, Angus. You're getting married," Khaat said. "You've got better clothes, I know you do." She shook her head. Then she looked at Bella. "Men. Really. Bella, I know my dresses aren't new, but still, we might find something there you like if you want. You're welcome to anything I have. And Marcus is a whiz with tailoring spells." Angus knew Khaat's room sized walk-in closet much too well. She had everything from designer originals to some of Brian's old t shirts and just about everything between.
"Just let me know if I need a tux," Angus teased Bella lightly. And then he remembered he had a small gift for Bella, if it had arrived. He had had it made when he had proposed. It wasn't much, and certainly didn't merit a gift from a groom, but she would certainly understand, he was sure.