at Hugh to see what it was.
“What are you doing, Ashley?” Hugh asked, even though his eyes were for Finch and Finch
alone.
“Covering the mirrors,” Ashley replied. “You requested we keep Mr. Finch’s suit a surprise, so
we’ll need to keep them covered during the fitting.”
“Ah,” Hugh said, sounding like he hadn’t heard at all. He smiled sweetly at Finch. “Right.”
For the next hour, Finch stood and had a suit they wouldn’t let him see be tailored to him. Pins
were stuck in so many places that he started to feel like a pincushion. At last, the suit was
taken off him and whisked away.
“Would you like a new outfit for him to wear out?” Ashley asked.
Hugh looked eager. “Do you have anything ready?”
“Naturally, Mr. Drake. Mr. Finch, do you have any color preference?”
“I like purple,” Finch said.
Color rose in Hugh’s cheeks, the sight of which made the tips of Finch’s ears burn.
Ashley smiled at them both. “Something purple, it is.”
More clothes were brought in and given to Finch, who, with Ashley’s assistance, donned them.
The fit really was exceptional, and the comfort was otherworldly. The sticking point would be
how they looked, as the mirrors were still covered, and Finch hadn’t been able to see.
“Oh, Mr. Finch,” Ashley said with a low whistle. “Purple is your color.”
“Is it?”
“Well, in my opinion, you could get away with wearing just about anything and still look
stunning, but this is really something else. Keep your back to the mirrors, now. I want to do a
grand reveal. Just wait until you see yourself.”
While Finch kept his back to the mirrors, there came the sound of fabric moving through air.
Ashley had uncovered the mirrors, and all Finch had to do was turn around and look. His gaze
was stuck on Hugh, however. The dragon was looking at him through partially lidded eyes,
adoration spelled plainly across his face.
“You look amazing, Finch.” Hugh’s voice was soft and reverent. “Turn around and see for
yourself.”
Finch turned to look in the large mirrors behind him. He’d been dressed in charcoal trousers