Bartholomew Jay Westwood, or simply Jay, is a suit fanatic. They're easily his one indulgence. He owns one in every color, which makes it nearly impossible to pick one for an upcoming holiday party. The only one that seems suitable is white, and he originally bought it for a Halloween costume three years ago. But he can't quite bring himself to wear it and settles for another number from his vast collection.<br><br>Unfortunately, tragedy strikes after he stops to pick up a last-minute gift. But the incident takes place outside his favorite suit shop, The Well-Dressed Man, and waiting inside is none other than expert tailor Walden Conway. He might have just the thing Jay needs, and it may be more than a suit.

The Tailor

“Oh, Mr. Westwood,” Walden Conaway said, his steps faltering as he spotted Jay amongst the racks. He was the main tailor, absolutely perfect at his job, and just about the only person Jay trusted with getting his suits right. “What an unexpected surprise. Just couldn’t stay away, I suppose?”


“I have a bit of a dilemma,” Jay replied, standing with his arms out and glancing down at his wet clothes. “I took a tumble in the parking lot, and I have somewhere I need to be. I’m already running behind, so I’m hoping to find something doable on very short notice.”


Walden’s eyebrows stitched together, his brow furrowed. “Oh, dear,” he uttered, gazing at Jay with light-blue eyes behind frameless glasses.


“I know it won’t look the best since it won’t be tailored to me, but you guys must have something here in the store I can get by with and have fixed up after the fact.”


Chapter 3