Chapter 38: Through the Palace Gates
The day which the masquerade ball was to be held came like the summer breeze.
The tailor had exceeded Aleksander’s expectations and delivered the customized dress and suit three days prior. The prince made a fuss over some minor details, just to make the man miserable for another day, and now he was back with the final output.
Just in the nick of time.
"Hmm..." Aleksander hummed as he looked at himself in front of the huge mirror.
"I have done what you specified, your highness," the tailor said, his hands trembling as he arranged the tassels in the prince’s costume neatly. "Would there be any more you might want to add or lessen?"
’Please just don’t,’ the man begged in his head, ’I just can’t take the pressure anymore! The ball is literally less than two hours from now!’
The prince smirked as he heard the tailor’s inner monologue.
"Actually..." Aleksander raised the mask away from his face, then put it on vice versa for a couple of times.
"Yes?" the tailor asked.
The prince could hear the man’s heartbeat drum on as if it was about to explode with anxiety. Did he drink too much morning coffee or was Aleksander’s teasing a bit too much already?
"Stop tormenting the tailor, Prince Aleksander," Henry joked from the sides. "You already look dashing in the ensemble, the mask accentuates your eyes as well," the old man then turned to the tailor, "you did a good job."