During the fitting, Evan chatted happily in French with Rene, the tailor. Danny had to admit, he felt a little left out, catching only one word in twenty, but he could see how much Evan was enjoying it. And how much care Rene was taking for a fellow Frenchman.
When it was Danny’s turn, he had an idea. “Evan, there’s no point in your standing around waiting for me. There’s a bookstore a couple doors down. Why don’t you go browse?”
After Evan had left, Danny spoke to Rene. “I’d like to commission a suit for Evan. Something special. In midnight blue. And a shirt—azure, I think.”
Rene smiled and asked slyly, “To match his eyes, perhaps?”
Danny blushed and nodded. “And for the party, a silk shirt in a kind of golden cream color. And dark trousers—I’m not sure exactly what shade. Maybe you c
