Chapter 34: The Best Tailor in Town
Prince Aleksander stood up from his chair and paced his bedchamber. With the letter in his hand, the prince glanced at the invitation and then in front of his full body mirror. His tall figure was reflected on the surface.
He leaned side to side, looking at his reflection in a pensive way.
The attendant watched as the prince seemed to be thinking about his proposal. His brows knitted together, mumbling under his breath in a steady rush of words incomprehensible to Henry.
"I have decided," the prince announced.
"Yes, your highness?" Henry replied, eager to listen to what he was about to say.
"Get the best tailor in town and have them create a custom suit and dress that would match the occasion," the prince instructed as he handed the invitation letter to Henry.
The attendant read through the details written on the paper.
"A masquerade ball..." he spoke out loud, looked up and then said, "This sounds so grand, your highness. I don’t think we have the budget for extremely extravagant costumes. But I will do my best to see what we can afford."
"Well, in that case, turn around and face the walls," he raised a finger and then, seemingly offended, dashed off towards his bed.