Chapter 250
Chapter 250
When Athyst ca down from changing, Alexcent was standing in front of the carriage that she used for deliveries. He held out his hand, to assist Athyst up into the driving seat, then went around to the other side and hoisted himself up.
Taking the reigns in hand, he asked “Where should we go?”
“Downtown. We’ re going shopping today,” Athyst inford him.
Alexcent tensed up at that information. “I just rembered; I have sothing urgent to take care of. I’ll call you a public carriage.”
“Gray.” Athyst was used to Gray’s aversion to shopping.
“Yes?” He answered sheepishly
“Let’s go!”
Without another word, Alexcent began driving the carriage to the shopping district.
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The place Athyst directed them to was a tailor shop that catered to n only. It wasn’t high-end clothing, but all the outfits were made-to-fit and of the latest styles.
“Welco,” the tailor greeted them with a smile as the entered. “What can I help you with?”
“I am looking to buy so clothes for my friend here,” Athyst said. “I’m thinking sothing that looks like a suit, but is comfortable enough to work in. Sothing clean but stylish.”
“You have keen eyes. That is certainly the trend, nowadays. Please wait for a mont. I’ll bring out a few samples. In the anti, why don’t you look around.” The tailor disappeared into the back room and Athyst started browsing the displays.
Alexcent whispered to Athyst, so the tailor wouldn’t overhear him. “Master, I don’t need clothes.”
Athyst huffed in frustration. “I told you not to call that! This is an investnt!”
“Investnt?”
“Yes. If you hadn’t noticed, there have been more custors at the café since you arrived. Why do you think that is?”
“That’s because mast… no, Carol’s cooking is great?”
Athyst laughed. “I appreciate the complint, but no. They co to see you.”
“?” Alexcent looked genuinely shocked.
“Yes! So, what should we do? Even though the reason is pure vanity, it has increased my sales. I need to invest in that.” Athyst smiled brightly, which made Alexcent nervous at what she intended.
“Sorry for the wait.” The tailor appeared from the stock room with an armful of clothing.
“Can he try them on? I need to see how they look on him,” Athyst asked the tailor.
“Of course. The fitting room is right behind you.”
“I’m fine. Really!” Alexcent protested.
Athyst ignored his pleas. “You heard him, right? Go!”
“Carol…”
Athyst sat down on a sofa and crossed her arms with defiance. “I’ll wait here.”
Alexcent’s deep sigh filled the store, but both Athyst and the tailor just stared at him in expectation. With a huff of frustration, Alexcent picked up all of the clothes and entered the changing area.
As Athyst waited for him to change and co out the tailor handed her a catalogue. “Would you like to look at this?” he asked. “If you place an order, we can deliver the items to you.”
“That’s wonderful. Thank you.” Before Athyst even had a chance to peruse the catalogue, Alexcent stepped out of the changing area in the first set of clothes.
Athyst frowned at the shirt. “I don’t like the ruffles. Next!”
Alexcent slumped his shoulders and went back in to change into the next outfit. The second set didn’t have ruffles, but they did have ribbons on the sleeves. He couldn’t wear that. The ribbons would dangle in the drinks as he served them.
“Next!” Athyst announced.
Alexcent dropped his head this ti. He continued changing and every outfit he displayed got a cry of ‘Next!’ from the single-person audience. It wasn’t until the thirteenth outfit that Athyst split a grin on her tired face.
“I like that! We’ll go with that for now!” she cried happily.
“Wonderful,” the tailor said, also clearly getting sleepy from waiting. He asured Alexcent’s sizes and went into the stock room to get the proper fits. “Will that be everything?” he asked.
“Not quite,” Athyst replied.
“What?” Alexcent asked in surprise, his eyes widening.
“That’s only one outfit. You still have plenty more to try on, right?” Athyst smiled cruelly.
“Of course! He hasn’t tried on even half of them,” the tailor realized what was going on and decided to help with the ga.
Alexcent’s body was like a model. Each ti he ca out, wearing sothing new, the fit accentuated a different aspect of his body. Athyst was really enjoying the show and actually agreed on several more outfits to add to the order. Athyst was ecstatic about their trip and couldn’t stop smiling as she placed the bags of clothing in the back of the carriage.
“Then shall we head ho?” Alexcent asked.
“Not yet,” Athyst answered.
“Really? Didn’t we buy enough clothes?” Alexcent asked with a moan.
“Yes, but we need sothing else. Maybe the most important thing. Dress shoes.”
“I really don’t need dress shoes.” Alexcent was at the point of whining like a school boy.
“Nonsense. Don’t you know that dress shoes complete the fashion?”
“I don’t!”
Athyst smirked at his temper tantrum. “Let’s go,” she said, then dragged him into the shoe store.
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