Chapter Forty-one

Alistair was late for the party.

Not that he'd planned to be early.

It just seemed like Starling was bent on making him come.

Buru finished polishing his shoes. He knocked on his walk in wardrobe room door.

“Come in”

Buru did so, holding the pair with two of his fingers on his left hand.

“Thank you sir”

“Thank you for these nicely polished shoes”, Alistair responded with a smile. Alistair shifted back a little from the mirror and Buru got down on one knee and placed them in front of him.

“Thank you Buru”

Alistair placed his legs into the well polished maroon red shoes. They matched his Italian suit, a slightly lighter shade, which had two slightly lengthy ends instead of buttons. They'd been tied into a perfect bow and it gave the outfit a rather grand than child - like look.

Looked like he'd found a new favourite pattern of suits.

His breast pocket handkerchief had the same maroon red colour too. Alistair slipped down his hair, holding himself against the urge to take up the comb and