Jefferson had always welcomed a night out at a ball. Having dressed most of the guests, it was his own show to admire his handiwork. Though he was not much of a man to be around quite the social gatherings and stick to the very few people who rather tolerated him as his friend and colleague, Mr. Gold did, he braved the crowd around him if it meant garnering more business. He embraced his “madness” as they say when he had to put on a social persona for the evening, switching on the charm and appeasing the female gaze.
As his ocean blue eyes scanned the room, one client in particular had caught his attention. The Sir David Nolan… ah, yes. The one he had jotted in his notes, naming him “Prince Charming”. The tailor picked up a glass of champagne before making his way over and with his “mad flair” he spun around and picked up another glass to hand it to the man.
“Someone as dashing as you shall not be left without a glass, Sir.” He gave the man a small smirk before taking a sip.
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