After his morning bath, Liam dressed in a crisp charcoal polo and tailored trousers. The clothes fit him perfectly — not just because of the cut, but because his new physique seemed to make anything look tailored.
As he fastened the last button, he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror and paused for a half-second, almost amused.
"Wow!" He muttered to himself and left his room.
When he made his way downstairs, the faint scent of fresh bread and coffee reached him before he even entered the dining room.
The air felt cooler on his skin than he remembered — another reminder that the enhancement had tuned his senses past anything normal.
Evelyn and the other maids were already in position. They straightened subtly when he walked in.
"Good morning, Mr. Liam," Evelyn said with her usual grace.
He gave her a polite nod. "Morning."
"Breakfast is ready, sir."
