A dress coat.
“I don’t want to wear that.” he shrugged it off and hung it up on the rack. “Let me choose my own clothing.” What he really wanted to wear was some shorts and a cool white shirt, or actually no shirt. It was a bit humid.
The maid in front of him merely shook her head, “Now, now Mister Kelsey, you don’t have to be too stubborn.” She tutted him, “You’re making my job quite harder than it usually is.”
“Why do you even have to assist me in dressing?” his shoulders sagged, “I can wear my clothes all by my own.”
“Your grandfather had asked me to make sure that you wear the proper attire, I am merely following orders.” Miss Rae gave him a simple quirk in her lips, as if she was dealing with a child. A man child.
“Argh, it’s not the seventeenth century for me to be wearing this
