Thanks, see you then.
I didn’t even think about getting a new suit, but Tyler’s right, I need to look the part. Not to mention the fact that my old suit might not even fit me anymore, I’ve been putting so much effort into training and the weight room that I’m sure I’ve gotten bigger. I guess that’s the one silver lining from having a sex life and losing it, all this excess energy has to go somewhere.
I shake myself off, this is not the place to be thinking about my sex life, or more specifically, the sex I’m not having with Donovan…
As the doors to Bellegarde open, my steps falter.
“Um… Dad… I’m not sure we belong here.”
Chandeliers hang overhead, and we’re surrounded by glass display cases with single pieces of jewelry. A few mannequins are strategically placed, each showcasing an evening gown or tuxedo.
He chuckles and nudges me. “You’re a Warrior now, with a Warrior’s salary, when it comes to a game day suit, trust me, this is where you need to be.”
“I’m scared to touch anything though,” I murmur.
A glamorous woman in a pencil skirt and killer heels greets us. “Good morning, welcome to Bellegarde. How can we assist you today?”
“I just need a suit,” I say.
“A game day suit,” my dad interrupts. “My son here is playing his first game with the Warriors this weekend, and he needs to look his best.”
Her eyes light up for a moment before a calm expression returns. “You’ve come to the right place. My name is Olivia; can I offer you both some champagne?”
“Yes, please,” my dad says.
“Not for me thanks,” I say, “um, training, you know.”
“Of course,” Olivia nods. “Some freshly squeezed fruit juice perhaps?”
“Sure, that would be great, thanks.”
“Please follow me.”
Dad nudges me again as we walk behind her. “You’re in the big leagues now, this is one of the perks, enjoy it!”
“Clothes shopping is a perk?”
“When it’s tailor-made suits accompanied with champagne it is.”
“Tailor-made? Dad, I just need a suit that fits me.”
“We have a range of options here at Bellegarde,” Olivia says, turning to flash me a smile. “We have a team of in-house tailors to ensure any suit will fit you perfectly, but we also design custom pieces for VIP clients, such as yourself. You might have seen some of our creations for your teammate, Marcus Grant.”
The way she drops his name like that gives me the ick, but I smile and nod. We enter a room with a large velvet sofa and mirrors in a U-shape, a low podium in the middle.
“I thought this was a clothing store,” I whisper to my dad. “Where are all the clothes?”
He chuckles but stops when Olivia speaks to us again. “Please have a seat, I’ll bring your refreshments, and one of our consultants will be in to see you shortly.”
Not long after she leaves us, a man arrives through a different door.
“You must be Stephen Choi,” he says, “I’m Paul, I’ll be your consultant today.”
“Uh, yeah…” I say, deciding to ignore the fact that he obviously looked me up to know my name. “This is my dad, Nathan.”
They shake hands and Paul takes a seat next to us.
“I understand you’re looking for a suit for your big game this weekend?”
