Forty Nine

Jake was woken by the door bell. His grandfather had personally sent someone to deliver his clothes to him. The clothes were made from the best materials and sewn by the best designers. It was a bespoke black attire consisting of a tailored peak tuxedo jacket adorned with intricate stitching and subtle embroidery. It also had matching trousers and a crisp white shirt, with detachable collar and french cuffs. The white shirt had slim silver and gold cufflinks and shirt stud set. A black bow tie was designed in a subtle manner to accompany the clothes. Finally, there was a golden wristwatch and a very beautiful pair of shoes to match. At a single glance, one could tell that the clothes cost way above six figures. Jake was rendered speechless at the sight of these clothes. It was like he was in a whole new world altogether. The clothes were fabulous and everything about it screamed perfection. Jake had never owned nor worn a cloth this beautiful in his entire life. Apart from the clothes