Chapter 2481: Generational Loyalty (1/2)
An army of tailors were working in an expansive studio specifically set aside for them. Numerous different garments and fabrics were being worked with by hand rather than with machines.
Though there was nothing wrong with tailoring clothes with modern machinery, the products they produced lacked a personal touch.
For something as important as their wedding, Gloriana did not want to make this mistake!
In the studio, hundreds of different clothes were being made. The Wodin Dynasty expended quite some effort in hiring the top tailors, creative directors and other professionals from the Hegemony.
At a work table separate from where most of the tailors were working, an eager Gloriana and a hapless-looking Ves were looking at the projections of their wedding outfits.
”Why am I here?” Ves tiredly asked.
”I told you, Ves. I need you to bless our clothes! My dress has to be as unique as possible and your suit must increase your stature to the maximum possible extent. I won't allow anyone to think you're an unworthy husband!”
Ves inwardly shook his head. He accomplished many more feats than her in the time they were together.
Without him, the Larkinson Clan wouldn't exist. Without him, the LMC wouldn't have been able to sell so many mechs. Without him, the clan wouldn't have welcomed 5 new expert pilots!
She slapped his arm. ”Hey! Stop daydreaming! You need to help make our new clothes. I've taken the liberty of bringing out your Pride of Dusk. We can use it as the foundation of your suit!”
”Wait, what? That's mine!”
”It's too crude and barbaric. While the craftsmanship is decent, what can you expect from a third-class tailor working on a tourist planet?”
”Even if I don't wear it anymore doesn't mean I'm okay with tearing it apart! It's a part of my history, Gloriana!”
”How can we make a fitting suit for you if we can't make use of that outfit?”
”There are plenty of other options. I've progressed a lot since I was gone. I can empower our outfits to a much greater degree than before. I have much more control over the process as well. Whatever you want, I can deliver.”
”Really?” Gloriana's eyes sparkled.
”Uhm, within reason.”
”GREAT!”
While Ves didn't have a great understanding of fashion, he didn't have to go outside of his comfort zone. Gloriana and the tailors prepared the clothes. Ves just had to be involved in order to turn them into totems of sorts.
Fortunately, she only insisted on applying this treatment to their own outfits. If Ves had to empower the clothes of all of the Larkinsons attending the wedding, he would need at least a year to finish all of that work!
Once Gloriana let him go, he dragged his tired body out of the studio and returned to his office.
Lucky was gone. He probably sneaked off with Clixie again. Fortunately, Ves had another pet to keep him company.
”Benny. I'm not used to seeing you in the flesh. It feels strange for me to get back to this routine.”
Gavin gestured to the woman standing next to him. ”Do you remember offering me to become the president of the Living Star Club?”
”I do. You rejected it if I recall. Very curious.”
”Calsie would like to become the president if you'll allow it. I think she is suited to manage the club on your behalf.”
Ves raised his eyebrow.
Neither Gavin nor Calsie were students anymore. Their age was already beginning to show how mature they looked. Ves was well aware that they had made use of the resources of the Larkinson Clan to acquire more competences and develop more skills.
That was good. Both of them were ambitious and they did not want to be supplanted by the talented or experienced newcomers who were joining the clan in droves.
”I'm not too sure about this.” Ves said. ”Calsie, your experience so far has been rather mixed, but overall you have largely played a supervisory role. Even though you held my seat for some time, you don't have a lot of executive experience.”