The moment he had exited the room, the head servant had cornered him, the urgency in his voice matching the anxiety that Fabian felt in his own chest. "What does Mr. Yves want?"
"H-he ordered me to pick the clothes and jewelry for him, Sir…" Fabian stammered, trying to steady his breathing as he relayed Yves' instructions.
The thought of making another mistake sent a shiver down his spine, but he knew there was no way to avoid the task now.
"Did he tell you what kind of style?" the head servant pressed, his voice tinged with the same nervousness that Fabian felt.
There was a shared fear between them, an unspoken understanding of the consequences they might face if Yves' demands were not met to his satisfaction.
Fabian shook his head, his eyes widening slightly as he realized the enormity of the task ahead.