"Young master Adam is ready." Declared one of the employees after assisting Adam in putting on his suit.
The young boy immediately yanked the drapes from the fitting room open and looked at us with the biggest grin on his face.
"How do I look?" Queried him with a triumphant look.
"Yeah. Awesome! You are so handsome, just like Father!" I raised both of my thumbs up.
"Hehehe!" Giggled the former.
The combination of his dark navy jacket and the white silky shirt really brought out Adam's eyes and matched his skin harmoniously. The suit's slim proportion met the boy's body outline perfectly without hindering his movements, much less suffocating him.
"Yes. I think this model and color is perfect for Adam, but it also feels like something is missing...What do you think, Sir Helington?" Opened Howard.
The man in question pondered quietly, stroking his goatee in silence as he searched for a stroke of inspiration.
"...Then, if I may, fourth Prince. How about we lose the bowtie, change the vest to a shade lighter than the jacket, and put a brass on the neck? I think the problem lies with how it makes young Master Adam look too innocent and endearing. And we can balance that out by adding a slightly mature feeling to the roster...Sir Morrison, would you mind fetching the vest and the sun brass?" Finished the man.
Apparently, Howard wasn't selling them short when he said Sir Helington was the best of the best.
The employee immediately brought up the vest and the brass after Sir Helington asked him; it was as if he could already know what the man was looking for. It was apparent that not only was his product selling like hotcakes, but he also knew how to manage his people.
"Perfect...How about this?" The man knelt and lightly pressed the vest against Adam's body while comparing the gradation between Adam's milky white skin, the shirt, and the jacket.
"That does look better...Yes, I think that'll do, Sir Helington." Voiced Howard in tandem, satisfied with the result after changing his angle several times.
"Just a little on the details, Gilbert...Don't forget to ask for the barrel cuffs from the Dawson since they always use the ones that have their insignias on them." Sounded Sir Lodrick.
'We do? I don't know that...' I mused inwardly, a little surprised myself.
This story is posted elsewhere by the author. Help them out by reading the authentic version.
"And if you're going with the brass, I believe a slight modification in the lapel can be good." Added him, drawing his hand from the base of his neck to his chest.
"Duly noted, Master. And thank you, as always." Expressed Sir Helington in mirth.
"You praise me too much, Gilbert." Returned Sir Lodrick.
"Can I go down now?" Asked Adam, fidgeting in discomfort.
"Yes, you can, Adam. But you have to change first." I answered.
The little boy obediently listened to me and changed back into his clothes with the help of Sir Helington's employee. He then rushed back in a heartbeat to my lap, taking the unfinished cube puzzle back to his hands, and started playing with it again.
"Now, it's my turn." Remarked Howard, sliding his way to the fitting room with a light gait.
After a minute or so, he got out, posing before us, all dashing and proper. I have to admit, bro really knew his stuff...
On the upper part, he wore a checkered, deep, ashen jacket with a black shirt that blended well with his fair complexion. Meanwhile, from hips and down, he wore a slim-fitted trouser that fully showcased the might of his long limbs in their full glory.
"I think this model suits me best. But I can't seem to put my mind regarding the ties..." Commented Howard disgruntledly while holding the two ties in his hands.
"I believe the bowtie would make a remarkable choice, fourth Prince." Remarked Sir Helington.
"Agree." Which was seconded by Sir Lodrick.
'...Yeah, I still don't get it.' I squinted and mused inside. 'It's we're on a different wavelength here...'
"Then the bowtie it shall be. As always, I'll be putting my faith in the better hands of the expert." Nodded Howard with convictions, smiling.
He then closed the drapes and changed back in a jiff. How he managed to put on all those clothes he wore in such a short time never failed to amaze me.
"...Is that it?" I threw a confused look at the punk, who was already back in his more than grandeur clothes.
"Is that what?" Asked Howard back, arching his eyebrow up.
"Are you really done? For someone who's making a fuss about looking all good and whatnot for the party, you seem to finish your business fast...I thought you'd take at least an hour or something to make up your mind." I said.
"I'm a man of focus, Alex. I know my style preference, and I also know which would do justice to this handsome face. Moreover, thanks to the help of Sir Helington and Sir Lodrick, the spectrum of my choices shall only get narrower. Thus, voila..." He merely sneered before openly bragging about himself, looking smug as hell.
"What're you waiting for? It's your turn now, you grumpy old man. Get a move on! I'm starting to get hungry." Complained him.
"I'm hungry too!" Added Adam, hopping off from my lap.
'Yeah...one of these days...I'mma smack you in the head, you punk!' I cursed him inside while heading to the fitting room.