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 tak
