CIAN
I stood in the center of my quarters while two Omegas circled me with pins and measuring tape. The suit they'd tailored fit almost perfectly. The deep charcoal fabric caught the light when I moved. The jacket sat smooth across my shoulders. The trousers broke just right over my shoes.
One of the Omegas tugged gently at the sleeve. "Just a quarter inch here, Alpha. The cuff should sit at your wrist bone."
I held my arm out and let her work. She marked the fabric with chalk with quick and precise strokes.
The other Omega held up three ties. "Which would you prefer?"
I studied them. One was navy silk with a subtle pattern. The second was burgundy with gold threading and the last was a beautiful silver that would probably wash me out under the lights. I pointed to the navy. "That one."
She nodded and set the others aside. Then she opened a velvet-lined case on the table. "And for the brooch?"
