Page 197 of The Chosen One Universe: Volume One

“That you will, love. Why don’t you go on back with Sawyer? You two can try things on together. But you must come out and show me, deal?”

Henry nodded, eager for the first time to see what all the fuss was about. He skipped back behind the screen and found Sawyer stripped down to his boxers while a man knelt in front of him with a long measuring tape in his hands. Sawyer meeped when the guy reached between his legs and nestled the tape up by his cock.

“Thirty-two-inch inseam,” the man said. Another guy stood off to the side with a clipboard and he scribbled the number down.

“All done,” the tailor said with a smile. “Are you next?”

He glanced at Henry who nodded.

Sawyer still looked a bit shocked.

“Didn’t you go to prom?” Henry asked. He’d been measured when he ordered his tux but hadn’t had to strip to his underwear to do it.

“No. I didn’t go,” Sawyer said.

“Okay. Well this is normal.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” the tailor said. “I didn’t know you were unfamiliar with the process.”

“It’s okay.” Sawyer gulped, still slightly uncomfortable.

“Can you guys get him something to try on while you measure me? It would probably help if he wasn’t in his underwear.”

“Certainly, sir.”

Henry stripped down to his boxers quickly then let the tailor move him around as he got the measurements he needed. The other guy came back in the room pushing a loaded rack, and he handed the first outfit to Sawyer. They finished Henry’s measurements next then handed him a set of clothes as well. Sawyer had a pair of dark tan shorts and an olive-green T-shirt. They’d given Henry navy shorts and a light blue top that matched his eyes.

Sawyer had already pulled the clothes on before Henry was finished getting measured and he looked down at the casual outfit in confusion. “I thought we needed fancy clothes.”

Henry pulled on his own and stared at them in the full-length mirror behind the screen. “I have a feeling we’re getting new wardrobes. Eduard doesn’t do anything by halves.”

“You guys ready yet?” Eduard called from the other side of the screen.

Sawyer shook his head, laughing when one of the assistants put a hat on his head. The other had a pair of shoes ready for him to slip his feet into. “Oh, good grief.”

Henry laughed as a pair of sunglasses was slipped onto his face. “It’s fun. Just go with it.”

They joined hands and did a fake super model walk out to the platform where they struck a pose. Eduard laughed and hopped up to look them both over. “You look great. Are you happy? Comfortable?” They both nodded. “Amazing. Bebe, make sure they get these in different colors. Henry’s shorts are a touch long don’t you think? Perhaps a slight hem?”

Bebe was still fussing over Andvari, who was now scowling in a pair of black slacks and a snug gray v-neck shirt that showed off every single one of his muscles, but he turned to stare at Henry. He nodded his agreement as one of the tailors came over to him and marked an adjustment. It was so weird. Luckily, Henry’s attention was still on Andvari. He really wanted to go touch, but before he could, Bebe bustled them back behind the screen and handed them each another outfit.

“This one, darling. You’ll look amazing. Oh, it’s so fun having a blank canvas! Eduard, darling, we should call a stylist to come give the boys a little trim while we wait for alterations. I can have lunch catered! It’ll be wonderful!”

“Can you get someone on such short notice?” Eduard asked.

Bebe trilled out a laugh, and Henry became more convinced than ever that Bebe was something other. That sound could not have been made by a human. “For me? Darling, they’ll be here soon. This is so fun!”

Henry laughed and swore he’d call Eduard darling for the next week just to drive him crazy. It’d be fun! But he couldn’t deny that Bebe’s enthusiasm was catching. He and Sawyer tried on their next outfit and went out to find more approvals. He didn’t know how they’d managed to do it, but each thing they put on was made for them. Sawyer wouldn’t have looked good in the plaid shirt Henry had on, and Henry couldn’t imagine wearing the rusty red color of Sawyer’s next shirt.

They fit well too, although Henry had to suffer through Bebe tugging and pinning at the dress pants he tried on next. Apparently, they didn’t show off his assets to Bebe’s high standards. Draco was out on the platform when they came out again, and Henry nearly swallowed his tongue at the sight of him in tight black pants and a white button down shirt that Bebe had unbuttoned several times to show what should be an illegal amount of skin and the dark shadow of his chest hair. But it worked on Draco, making him look really sexy. He caught Henry’s gaze and grinned wickedly.

“Later,” Henry promised.

The morning passed with more clothes than Henry cared to think about. Eduard had only vetoed a couple things he’d tried on, while Bebe had fussed over the fit of a few others. He had belts and shoes and hats to match, as did Sawyer. He could only imagine how much this was setting Eduard back, but the griffin looked so happy it really must not have mattered.

Bebe gave them each back one of the casual outfits from the beginning, scowling at the clothes they’d worn into his studio as he handed them to an assistant. Sawyer wrapped his arms around Henry’s waist and hooked his chin over Henry’s shoulder.

“That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.”