"Perfect. Follow me, we haven't got all day."
Aveline led Maxime through the manor's corridors to a bright room with large windows.
Inside was an old man in a suit with a neatly trimmed moustache.
As soon as Maxime entered the room, the old man inspected him from head to toe.
At the same time, Aveline took the opportunity to introduce the old man.
"This is Maître Olivier, one of the capital's finest tailors," she announced with a satisfied smile.
Olivier bowed slightly, a professional smile on his face.
"Lady Aveline, always a pleasure. And here's the..." He hesitated, searching for an appropriate word.
"...Captain Maxime."
Maxime shook his head with a smile.
"You can just call me Maxime, Master Olivier."
"Then just call me Olivier," Olivier replied respectfully, smiling back.
"Well, let's not waste time. Please remove your upper body clothing, Maxime, and stand up straight."
