This weekend, Victor Morgan wasn't working overtime. Instead, a tailor came to his home today to take his measurements.
The designer also arrived in Aethelburg from London today.
The designer wasn't a particularly talkative person, but compared to Victor Morgan, he found the silence in the room unbearable. He was the first to break it. "Mr. Morgan, you have the perfect build for a suit. A walking mannequin, really."
He had been making clothes for many years—his ancestors had even been designers for the royal family of the United Kingdom—and had seen countless clients. But this Asian gentleman before him, Mr. Morgan, truly possessed a superior physique.
As he watched the assistant tailor take the man's measurements with a soft tape, the designer had already been observing the muscle definition of his distinguished client.
