Zara got up and dressed as they made their way for the tailor, Aegon could practically already hear Miss Claudette's voice screaming at him.
They stopped in front of the tailor's shop and were guiding to the back. The elevator similarly plummeted like last time but this Aegon was prepared for it, Zara screamed the way down before he finally pulled the bars back.
And everyone's eyes were back on him.
"Is this normal?" Zara whispered to him but he ignored her, facing Chloe, the tailor who designed Mira's suit. "Is Miss Claudette in?"
She winced loudly. "Yeah and she's pissed."
'Yeah. I thought as much.' He swallowed hard as he headed up the stair for her office. Grabbing the handle and hoped that lightning could strike him down now.
With a long sigh he finally pushed the door. The same dimly lit from with the only source of light coming from Miss Claudette's cigarette.
The room reeked of nicotine, not the casual stick or two, heavy enough for an Italian mob family.
