Browsing through his clothes, Florentino took out of his wardrobe a red and blue set that had his family crest embroidered where his heart was. From top to bottom, the cloth was a masterpiece, the quality and detail of it was the result of hundreds of hours worth of work. Meryl's work.
The impact this outfit had was more than embellishing his host, while the dark blue parts slimmed down the waist and empathized each narrowing, the red's purpose was to never bore the eye. Each of the thousand pieces of tissue stitched together drew a thorny bramble all around his body.
"Find the shoes that goes well with it, hurry up! I have to deal with those bastards as soon as possible!" The man yelled at his maid.
Everything looked perfect on him, with his wide feathery hat, he was the spikiest of Revel's bushes.
Florentino mind-rolled up his sleeves, to not damage the stature his clothes made him reach. More than his name, he was famous for the flashy apparel he wore during meetings.
