Hiding the Alpha's Heir (Desmond and Seraphina) novel Chapter 15

"Unfortunately, His Lordship did not like the outcome of his tuxedo."

"What?!" I slammed the table upon hearing Sir Elron had returned this day after Desmond's tuxedo had been finished the other day and was delivered yesterday.

"Seraphina..." Niscia halted me from almost making a commotion. "You need to calm down," she said softly, placing her hands on my shoulders.

"No..." I shook my head. "I cannot possibly calm down from what I was hearing right now..." I said through gritted teeth. "We spent one week and five days just so we can finish his tuxedo! And he would tell us that his master doesn't like the outcome? Outrageous!"

"Seraphina..." I removed the hands of Niscia from my shoulders. I just couldn't help getting annoyed hearing this from Desmond's butler.

That son of a bitch... He had the nerve to say that he didn't like how we sewed for his tuxedo? Damn him! He must go to hell!

"What is the commotion here?"

We all turned our heads when Madam Ibanez who had just arrived from her shop. Wanting to let out my frustration with what was happening right now, I stayed behaved when she halted in front of me with her arching eyebrow.

"I can hear your screeching voice even from kilometers away. Can you not know how to tone down your voice?" I lowered my head when she raised her voice.

Biting my lower lip and wanting to talk back, I bowed my head, apologizing. "Do forgive me, madam." It would be better if I wouldn't say anything to cause a dispute with her. Knowing this bitch right here, she wouldn't dare to step back unless I smack her head off.

Hearing her scoff, she turned her head at Sir Elron. "What is Lord Verlice's concern?" If from before Madam Ibanez had this sweet tone in her voice every time she would mention Desmond's surname, right now, her voice sounded firm and unhappy. Her eyes looked like she had been insulted as soon as she saw that the tailored tuxedo was returned.

If I was a new employee of Madam Ibanez, I would get awed at her sudden change of attitude.

But I knew better. She looked unhappy because she never wanted to resort to returning the payment if one of her clients was displeased at the handwork of her workers.

"My master doesn't like the outcome of his tuxedo."

Madam Ibanez's forehead was creasing. "What do you mean he did not like it? We only followed his demand," she said through gritted teeth.

Sir Elron gently bowed his head. "It is unfortunate to inform you that he has changed his mind."

"So? What does he want? Does he want me to return the payment he bestowed?" There was annoyance smeared on Madam Ibanez's voice.

He shook his head and smiled gently. "He has another demand and promises that he shall not take back the payment. Instead, if you meet his demand, Marquis Verlice shall pay triple the price of the tuxedo he paid."

"What?" I parroted, not liking the words he uttered. "Triple the price for another demand?" I asked bitterly.

Sir Elron glanced at me and nodded his head. "Indeed, you are correct," he answered.

What did Desmond think? What on earth was this madness about?

"Madam—" I was about to object to this as I didn't like the condition that was going to be set later but Madam Ibanez spoke.

"What is it that he wants this time?"

My eyes widened when she asked that. I even looked at Niscia finding this insane. I suddenly felt frightened not wanting to know this demand that came from Desmond.

Knowing Desmond, I knew that it was a kind of madness that he was going to demand something. He would always want the impossible to be possible. I already knew what he already thought and he never changed even though seven years had already passed.

"His Lordship wants a new tuxedo which must be personally made by Lady Seraphina."

"What?!" My voice raised as I gasped in no time. "Why me?" I asked, panicking.