CIA Agent? Piece Of Cake.

Engaged To A Font

NATHAN'S POV:

I do not believe I was snoring. Well, you're in a swanky, five-star hotel. What do you expect, other than enjoying yourself and sleeping like a pig? Okay, I was kinda knocked-out last night since I had a few drinks. I slept even better.

I was thinking, What the hell? when my phone started ringing. I got annoyed. Who would call me this early! Oh wait, it was only nine.

"Nathan," I mumbled into the phone.

"Mr Nathan?" said a familliar voice. "This is Alfred."

"Yeah, yeah, Tuxedo Guy," I rubbed my eyes. "Yeah what's up?"

"The King and Queen of Monaco have invited you to their ball, that will be held tonight to announce something exciting."

I sat up immediately. "This sounds interesting," I smiled. "Is Cheymayne going?"

"The princess is the main reason they are having the ball, sir. The theme is formal. Tuxedos, please."

"No problem," I said excitedly, "I'll go look for a suit now."

"Let me suggest a tailor in the town by the name of Vazzi. He is one of the best tailors in Monaco, and his price is not too high."

"Okay Alfred. Thanks for the heads-up."

"Grazie. Good bye."

I didn't bother to go back to sleep. I jumped out of bed and ran into the shower, stripping on the way. After bathing, I brushed my teeth thoroughly, applied some gel onto my hair and got into a black slacks with a red shirt and a black coat. I slipped into my loafers and headed off.

I managed to find a tailor shop which had the name 'Vazzi' written on the shop's board. I went in, and it was a fine and modest shop, with suits everywhere. 

"May I help you?" asked a voice behind me. I turned around to face an average-sized man with a lean frame and he was dressed in a fine suit. He had a trimmed moustache, short hair and I estimated his age to be about forty.

"Are you Mr Vazzi?" I asked, extending my hand. "My name is Nathan."

"You can call me Vazzi," he smiled, shaking my hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr Nathan."

"Call me Nathan, please." I released his hand from my grip. "I came here for a suit."

Vazzi nodded, heading towards a mannequin that was dressed in a fine black and white striped suit with an expensive silk tie. "How about this one?"

I looked at the suit. "Hmm...," I mused aloud, "not really my style."

Vazzi patiently moved on to the next mannequin. "How about this?"

"I need something that fits going to a ball," I told him, "I mean the Royal ball."

"Oh yes," he said, "it is tonight, no? Well, I have just the thing for you."

He brought me to another suit. My first thought, sexy.

It was a finely tailored, silk and cotton suit. The coat was white and was checkered with black, the slacks were black and the shirt red together with a striped silk tie. The perfect outfit.

"Yes!" I said, my breath taken away. "This is the one for me, Vazzi."

Vazzi ushered me towards a mirror, where he started taking down my measurements like a real, professional tailor that had tons of experience fore-hand. After he was done, he said, "Come by and pick it up at five."

"Sure," I grinned. "How much is the suit?"

"For you?" Vazzi thought for a moment. "How about two thousand euros?"