46. Hiding

[Zephyr’s POV]

“No.” Diana said, looking at the nth three piece slim fit suit I had put on.

“Is it not to your taste again? I think it’s pretty cool. It’s blue and perfect fit,” I asked, fixing the collar of my suit.

She scanned my body, from my shoes to my hair.

“No, try this one,” she shoved a black double breasted suit against my chest. “Don’t look at me like that. Go on, try it.”

“Yes, princess.” I held the hanger, slid the black curtain over and entered the fitting room.

I looked at myself in the mirror as I unbuttoned my shirt.

“Are you done, Zeph?” Diana called from outside the curtain.

“Not yet…”

She slid the curtain and entered the small fitting room.

“Princess?”

“Shhhh…” she put her index finger on her lips.

“What’s wrong?” I whispered. That room was big enough for one man to change without hitting his knees and elbows, but not big enough for two people.

She gestured for me to stay quiet.

“Make sure you maintain yourself elegantly. No matter the cost, you should look the b