Hiding from Mr. Billionaire

18 Picking the Right Suit

"Ey!" Jasper got the attention of a tall man with a black mustache curled up who who was holding up a suit to an old man who was big and large. "Mr. Cook!"

Mr. Cook turned his concentrated face to Jasper, a smile spreading from cheek to cheek. " Mr. Wright," he said, "How delighted it is to see you!"

"How are you?" Jasper asked, going over to pat him on the shoulder.

"What a time to be gay and merry!" he replied.

The customer besides him looked quite annoyed, and with a huff he turned heel and snapped Mr. Cook's tailored suit out of his hands, only then catching his attention for half a second. Vivian watched in amusement as he stalked off to the cash register, who wore a similar mustache. In fact, the more she looked around, they all did.

What was going on here?

"I always enjoy getting my suits from you," Jasper complemented. "Out of everyone I know best, there's not a man on this planet that knows me like you do."

Mr. Cook winked at Jasper. "Believe me, if there's a man, there's a suit!" Just then, his hazel eyes glanced over Vivian and her dreaded appearance. "My, My, what in the world happened here?"

"I don't know," Jasper mused. "But Mr. Smith- was it? Mr. Smith right here has a suit that obviously doesn't quite fit him. Look at the man, he looks like a phantom."

Mr. Cook rubbed the tips of his mustache between his fingers in thought. "And no traces of any facial hair either."

"Late puberty," she said dully. "I went to a doctor once three months ago and that's what they told me."

"Ah," Mr. Crook said, seeming convinced. "I'll see what I can do boy for your size, come come." He gestured for Vivian to follow and she did, reluctantly leaving Jasper, who waved happily in response before wasting no time turning around and eyeing the other racks of suit.

Mr. Cook wavered among racks and racks of blazers and shirts and neck ties before eventually reaching the back with loads of pant suits. "We usually start here and then go up for a full the experience," he mumbled to Vivian. "Now let's see, what size are you."

"I'm a two," she said quietly.

"Are you sure?" the man asked, lifting a brow. "You seem far too skinny for a size two, perhaps for women, but not for men. Say, have you bought anything for yourself before boy?"

Vivian shook her head. "Not really, I wear my father's clothes most of the time."

Mr. Crook pursed his lips. "That's quite and odd thing to share."

"I agree," Vivian gulped.

"Well, we must measure you first. In the mean time we have a zero, so see how that works.

He picked out a pant suit and lifted her blazer and suit up to match her waist. "No, No," she mumbled, pulling her shirt down so he wouldn't see her womanly body. "I-I like to try it on first," she mumbled.

The man lifted a brow. "There is no changing room sir"

"Perhaps a mirror far away," she quipped silently.

Mr. Crook eyes her suspiciously before leading her to the back, grabbing a small mirror from his cashier. "This is all I can do for you sir," he said. "If you get along with Jasper, I assume I know what your doing."

Once Mr. Crook left she tried on the other pant suit, however it was just a little less loose, still falling to her feet without the belt. She wrapped her father belt around her and tightened it by the first hole. As she analyzed herself in the mirror Mr. Crook came out jumbled heap of black ties, white buttoned up shirts, belts, and one blazer that he first handed out to Vivian. "Here," he said, hanging the heap of clothes. "Get a load of these things, Jasper help me pick it out for you."

"Jasper?" she gawked.

"Well don't seem so surprised boy," Mr. Crook mused. "Jasper has been a fan of fashionable suits for years. He has a whole collection, some of his best pieces from my shop."

"Interesting," Vivian said as Mr. Crook turned ahead and headed back out of the shop. His voice bellowed inward as he greeted the other customers that just walked in. "Okay," she mumbled, buttoning up her shirt and throwing around the tie. "Now, how do I tie this thing?"