HEIR OF PAIN
He blinked in awe.
The suit was a deep royal blue, its surface slightly reflective under the light. The jacket was perfectly tailored, slim at the waist, with a single golden pin on the lapel — minimal but elegant. The shirt inside was snow-white, made from smooth silk that shimmered when touched. And the tie was a darker shade of navy, perfectly matching the pocket square tucked into the jacket’s chest.
Arden lifted it by the hanger and stared. He had never worn anything this expensive in his life. He could practically see his reflection on the polished buttons.