The Last Heir

9. Changed look!

As she took my hands and led me into another section of the boutique, which was hidden behind a curtain, the number of clothes I saw on the racks amazed me.

"Do you like it?" the staff asked.

How could I not like what I saw? She need not have asked because my face showed it all. "I love it all!" I exclaimed.

"Good!" she said as she hurried her steps towards a rack and brought out a cloth. "Try this on." She handed the cloth to me.

As I received the cloth, my worries about my stained hands dirtying the fabric vanished, and I felt the texture of a new cloth in my hand. I felt complete contentment and immense joy inside me, and I did not fail to express it again.

"You can go into the changing room and let's see how you look in them. Right?" The staff said it again with a smile.

I knew that was a good idea, even though I said nothing back in response at the moment she said it to me but only smiled. Quickly, I looked from side to side, front to back, and I could see nowhere that looked like a changing room to me.

"Oh! here you go to your right."

When the staff pointed out the changing room to me, she revealed a big smile on her face. Of course, the changing room was just in the other room to my right. But could you blame a kid from the street, who had never entered a boutique all his life, for not recognizing the changing room?

With no further words, I rushed into the changing room with excitement written all over my face. The changing room was another word entirely, and I loved what I saw in it.

In terms of space, the changing room was indeed spacious, with high-quality lighting, a plush setting of a comfortable chair, full-length mirrors, a vase of fresh flowers, and scented candles that created a relaxing ambiance.

But who wears new clothes on their dirty skin and stained hands? That was me. And at that moment, I walked out of the changing room. Mr Harry's words called the staff's attention to it.

"Is there somewhere he can take a bath?" he asked.

"The bathroom is right in the changing room, sir," the staff replied.

"Take a bath son, and try another new cloth on," Mr Harry said with a wink at me.

Although I understood he was being nice in his way, his wink felt strange to me, and I hoped I would never see it again.

As he said, so I did. I pulled off the new cloth and laid it on the chair with care so that it did not get dirty, even though it could have been stained. Another lesson I learned from the street was that whatever you could not afford, you treated it with care unless they could catch you with it and needed to ditch it.

I looked at the door inside the changing room. And though there was nothing written on it to show it was the bathroom, I turned the doorknob, and as I slowly pushed it in, my eyes met a darling bathroom I had never seen before.

There were marble countertops, designer faucets, upscale lighting, and so on. The walls and floors were finished with natural stones, giving the bathroom a sophisticated look and feel.

There were also plush, soft, fluffy towels on the towel racks, neatly folded for easy access.

And if I was not meant to wash my body and come out in new cloth, I could have stayed and stared at the beauty of the bathroom forever.

Once I was done, I felt like a new person within me, and considering that Mr Harry had promised me that my father was wealthy, I wondered if this was the life I would live.

"No! Too many expectations lead to disappointments," I exclaimed, taking a deep breath and shutting my imagination out of my head.

My bath was quick, but I could tell that my body was sparkling like the skin of a newborn. I had never seen myself this clean before, and don't blame me when I looked into the mirror more than twice just to see myself again and again.

"These are new clothes, not the particular ones I left here," I said, noticing a few stitches on the chair where I left the previous cloth I was given.

For so long, I cherished the dream that I would also look fancy like most people I have watched, whether in a restaurant, a cafe, or simply by watching them walk down the street or drive their car.

Perhaps today was that day? I picked up the suit immediately and tried to measure it on my body to see if it was my size. And, of course, it was.

Even though I had never worn a suit before, that did not mean I would miss this golden opportunity and not wear a suit. Never! Not even in my dreams would this have happened.

"No! This makes you look like an imbecile," Mr Harry mocked me the moment I stepped out of the changing room.

As I looked at Mr Harry, feeling embarrassed and ashamed, I wondered if I had made a mistake by trying on the suit. But then, a sudden commotion outside the boutique caught our attention.

We could hear people shouting and running towards the entrance. And Mr. Harry rushed towards the door, and I followed him. As we stepped outside, we saw a large crowd gathered around a car that had crashed into a nearby building. But what caught my attention was the driver, who was slumped over the steering wheel, motionless.

Mr Harry ran towards the car, shouting for someone to call an ambulance. And as I watched him trying to help the driver, a sense of panic washed over me. What if the driver was dead? What if the police came and arrested Mr Harry for helping him? I had to do something, but what?