Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 92

As soon as the man heard the news, his face fell, "This is a disaster. Our CEO has a crucial gala to attend tonight, and this suit was tailor-made specifically for the event. There's no way we can get it fixed in Northcrest City in time."

The store clerk looked apologetic, "I'm really sorry, sir. We can't repair it here. Perhaps you could try another store?"

"I've already asked every reputable tailor in Cresthaven," the man replied, his voice tinged with desperation.

Claire glanced at the suit cradled in the man's arms. Having lived with the Linwood family for three years, she was no stranger to high-end custom tailoring, but this suit was on another level entirely. Both the fabric and the cut were top-notch.

Such a suit was crafted to fit its owner perfectly, making it impossible to find a replacement off the rack. Even if it could be repaired, it would neither be quick nor cheap, with costs starting in the thousands.

Perhaps because she had been staring a bit too long, the man with glasses noticed her.

Claire was wearing a freshly donned black suit, its cut perfectly accentuating her slender waist. Though her shoulders were petite, the suit's padded shoulders added a touch of strength to her appearance. The black fabric contrasted beautifully with her snow-white skin, while the sleek neckline extended elegantly to her long neck, giving her a streamlined, professional look.

Mistaking Claire for the store manager, the man rushed over, eagerly asking, "Is there really no way to fix it? I'll pay whatever it takes as long as it can be done before nightfall."

Claire was momentarily taken aback, realizing he had mistaken her for someone in charge. She intended to decline, but faced with the man's hopeful gaze, she found it hard to say no.

Almost instinctively, she said, "What about embroidery?"

"Embroidery?" the man echoed, looking conflicted. Adding embroidery to a perfectly good suit seemed out of place. Yet, with no other options, he was willing to consider it.

"What kind of embroidery can you do? How skilled are you?" he probed.