#Chapter80 Tomorrow morning

Theodore We took a short detour in what looked like a post office, but it was unlike any post office I'd ever seen. The air felt charged with magic, and I figured that had something to do with it. By the time we stepped back into the tailor shop, the day was starting to head toward the evening. A young man who hadn't been here before greeted us with a wide smile, ushering us toward the fitting area. Master Remy came out, grinning. “Perfect timing,” he said, clapping his hands together. “Your suits are ready, and dinner is just about to be served, so come on up. Let's get you into these suits and do some last adjustments." We cycled through all the four I could take with me today, including the one suit for the tea party. Soon enough, I was out of them all and Master Remy shooed us upstairs to where his wife was finishing up dinner while he finished the final adjustments. "So anything I should know?" I asked. “Master Remy’s wife cooks like a dream.” I chuckled at that and