#Chapter 128: Moving Fast

ELENA The tailor stood back and adjusted his glasses, lips pursed as he eyed Aiden critically from top to bottom. “Hmmm,” he said. “Turn, please.” Aiden did a slow, proud spin, arms outstretched like a very serious airplane. The jacket swayed around him—still a little long in the sleeves, but the fabric hugged his little shoulders just right. The black tuxedo had been tailored down to fit his six-year-old frame, and even though there were still chalk marks on the cuffs, he looked—somehow—older. Taller. Like the tux had added two inches and a dash of smug confidence. “What do you think?” I asked, perched on the bench nearby, chin in my hand. “I look awesome,” Aiden declared. “You do.” “Very dignified,” the tailor added, brushing imaginary lint off his lapel. “I’m the ring bearer,” Aiden explained, puffing his chest. “Again.” “Oh?” the tailor said. “A seasoned professional, then?” Aiden nodded solemnly. “I did it once before, for Auntie Dawn. I didn’t trip or lose t