Chapter 132: The Fitting

"It's about time you started preparing for your wedding," Sylvia said when they arrived at her house for the fitting of the Beethoven jacket. "It seems far away, but summer will be here before you know it."

"Thanks for that information, mom," Byron said, "Have you ever thought about becoming a fortune teller?"

"Very funny." Sylvia started to unwrap the jacket, which was inside a protective layer of plastic, and another one of linen.

Sylvia's cat emerged from the hallway and made its rounds of the room, rubbing its body against everyone's calves.

Well-preserved and majestic, the jacket had plenty of personality. It was black, with large metallic buttons, and a velvet collar. It was much better than Emily imagined. She had forgotten that 19th century jackets were much longer than modern ones, so it might not matter that it was made for someone of shorter stature.

But when Byron put it on, it had a kind of scraggly look because it was clearly too small for him.

Byron covered his ey