By seven-fifteen, there was another knock at Liam's door.
He opened it, he found a sleek black garment bag hanging from his doorknob, a small cream-colored card attached to the zipper.
Liam pulled the card free and opened it.
*You can't show up to Le Ciel Bleu in sneakers. Wear this. —E*
He unzipped the bag slowly, revealing a charcoal gray suit—tailored, expensive-looking, with a crisp white dress shirt and a midnight blue tie.
At the bottom of the bag were polished black leather shoes, size ten. His exact size.
'How the hell does she know my size?'
He stared at the suit for a long moment, then carried it inside where Kelvin was still sitting on the couch, controller in hand, paused mid-game.
Kelvin looked up. "What's that?"
"She sent me a suit."
Kelvin set the controller down and walked over, inspecting the garment bag. He pulled the jacket out, holding it up to the light.
"Dude. This is custom tailoring. Look at the stitching." He flipped over the label inside.
