Chapter Eighteen

Liam’s POV

In about twenty minutes, we got to the tailor’s shop.

“Are you fine with this, Mr. Henderson,” my tailor, Clarke, asked.

“I’m not sure. What do you think, Ryan?” I asked, looking back to face Ryan.

“I like it,” he said, taking a sip of the champagne in his hand. “The color fits your skin tone for sure,”

“Are you sure?” I asked. “That’s the other option I was thinking of going with over there,” I said, pointing toward the burgundy-colored suit hanging on the rack behind him.

“Hell no,” he laughed. “That’s an ugly ass color, dude. What’s wrong with you?” he asked, still laughing.

“Alright, alright. I get it,” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“Okay, Clarke. This is the one,” I said, turning back to face Clarke.

“Alright then, Mr. Henderson,” he responded. “You can take it off now while I do the finishing touches,” he continued.

I nodded then went back to the dressing room to take off the suit and give it back to Clarke.

“Alright, Clarke, thanks for everything,” I said as E