Alaric pushed the door open and entered the tailor's shop. His tall, imposing frame nearly filled the doorframe.
The tailor, who was ironing clothes, looked up in surprise at the handsome man standing in his shop.
"Oh! It's you!"
"Please, do me a favor. Money is no issue."
Alaric furrowed his brow slightly as he opened the box in front of the tailor.
"Oh my God! How did this happen?! How did such beautiful clothes end up like this?!" The tailor, who had a deep love for clothing, seemed heartbroken seeing such a wreck.
"It's my fault," Alaric said, his throat tightening with bitterness.
"This girl sewed this suit by hand. I saw her work so hard to finish it that I felt sad for her, as if I had made this suit myself."
The old tailor shook his head sadly. "What a sha
