| After a wonderful week in the capitol of romance, a week in which Tracie had fallen in love with the river seine and Alfie had added basket weave shoes and Breton tops to his ever growing wardrobe. The young couple took a horse drawn carriage to a fine restaurant in the most fashionable area of town. They were immaculately dressed in the outfits Alfie had made for the Merchant Tailors Ball: Tracie in her little e black dress, accessoried with a single row of pearls; red lipstick and nail varnish; Alfie in midnight blue, black tie rig and patent leather opera pumps. "Oh Alfie this has been the best week of my life, you're wonderful and I love you." Tracie beamed from the Victorian carriage as they passed through wide tree lined boulevards. "I know babe, and the night's not over yet," Alfie answered, his cheeky grin betraying the fact he had a surprise in store. After a five course meal it was time for the dancing to commence. "We have a wonderful young couple with us today from London, announced the compare, Alfie made me this fine coat and Tracie is my hair dresser, put your hands together for Alfie and Tracie. The crowd clapped as the young couple took to the floor - for Tracies favorite tune Pennsylvania 6 5000 - after the dance and in full view of all present, Alfie went down on one knee and produced a vintage 18ct white gold ring. "I do, you don't need to ask." Tracie glowed, not caring that 200 strangers were watching them eagerly . They danced the rest of the night away and as well wishers gave them their best regards, they also gained various customers thanks to the compares well tailored coat and perfectly coiffured hair. Alfie had only been on the log (Tailoring terminology for self employed) a week and he'd already gained his first international clients, and Tracie was on cloud nine as she imagined her life as Mrs Alfie Clark. |