Chapter 24
“You need at least a dozen white to use and eight in silk to match your ties. We can’t forget shoes for your tux.” Julien tapped his well-manicured fingers on the counter.
“You ordered me a tux? When am I going to need a tuxedo?” Richard was working up a head of steam.
“I’ve got one, it’s wonderful.” Julio patted his shoulder. “It’s iridescent gray and comes with a pink vest, darker tie, and handkerchief. Etienne had it made for me. Like you always did, Richard, he knows who I am.”
“You’re married, what do I need a tuxedo for?”
“When we go out to corporate parties and dinners, you’ll need a tux,” Julien explained somewhat reasonably.
Richard threw up his hands. “Why am I even here if I don’t even have veto power?”
Julio looked him straight in the eye, smiled and said, “You had to be measured.”
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By the time they got back to the townhouse, Richard said, “I hate to ask, but when is dinner? I’m ashamed to say I’m ravenous.”