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Finch was relieved. “Oh, good, sir. I was very worried about the state of your hair.”

“I know you were,” Hugh said with a soft smile that made parts of Finch feel things they had

absolutely no business feeling. It wasn’t helping that Hugh had put a hand on his knee, but he

couldn’t, for the life of him, bring himself to tell Hugh to move it.

Once at Lorenzo’s, both men were swept into one of the private salons. Finch was directed to

a comfortable chair and offered refreshment, which he declined, having just eaten breakfast.

Hugh, on the other hand, was sat down in a very plush barber’s chair.

The first thing they did was tip back the chair and raise it so Hugh could be given a shave.

Finch had to admit that he had a bit of a nasty moment when Lorenzo brought out a straight

razor, but Hugh seemed unconcerned and the stylist indeed used it deftly to scrape the dark

stubble from Hugh’s face. After that, they applied a hot towel and then Lorenzo moved on to

start snipping Hugh’s hair. Finch could’ve read any of the magazines or books found in the

room, but he was so fascinated with watching Hugh that he couldn’t even begin to concentrate

on the written word.

When Lorenzo was done, Hugh was an absolute vision. His hair was styled exactly how he

liked it and his face was perfectly smooth. He looked, perhaps unsurprisingly, breathtaking.

Finch could only stare.

Hugh clapped his hands once he was out of the chair and standing. “Your turn now, Finch,” he

said.

“Excuse me?” But Finch was already being assisted out of his comfortable seat and into the

barber’s chair. “I assure you, I don’t need—”

“Hush,” Hugh retorted. “Sit and let Lorenzo work his magic.”

“Yes, sir.”

Hugh clapped him on the shoulder. “That’s the spirit! Good man.”

Much like Hugh, Finch was given a hot shave and a haircut. It wasn’t often that he treated

himself to something so luxurious, so despite his initial reluctance, he let loose and enjoyed.

Once freshly shorn, Hugh took him back to the car and George drove them to their next

destination, which turned out to be a rather small but elegant storefront. The sign out front

read, “Tailor Shop.”

“Are we here to pick up your suit for tonight’s ball?” Finch asked. “You usually have such things

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