Just as planned, Sara and Mallow took Luca to a boutique and then to a tailor. The name of the tailoring brand was Armand Lavelle, an elegant French establishment specializing in crafting one-of-a-kind suits and eveningwear for discerning clients. With only a handful of branches across Europe—including one in Italy and the one they were visiting in Barcelona—its main branch was nestled in a historic Parisian mansion near Place Vendôme.
The prices were as grandiose as the brand itself, but Mallow had no doubts that Luca could afford them. He had briefly considered taking Luca to Casa de Costura Reyes, a tailoring brand indirectly owned by Mrs. Hawthorne, like so many other properties. But the prices there were nearly double those of Lavelle's, and Luca had shut down the idea, calling Mallow a sycophant and telling him to quit kissing Mrs. Hawthorne's ass.
