make room (we're taking over here) ━ tommy shelby x male!oc!

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Chapter Four: 

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Soft sunlight filters through the slightly parted drapes, casting a warm, golden glow across the tailor room. Melodic strains of music play softly from a corner, adding a touch of elegance to the already refined atmosphere. The spacious area is adorned with mannequins displaying exquisite garments and racks filled with luxurious clothes. Tommy stands before the grand mirror, meticulously adjusting his cufflinks, his reflection exuding a sense of quiet confidence. 

Beside him, Arthur stands, his newly tailored trousers receiving the expert attention of the meticulous tailor. Every stitch is handled with care, a testament to the craftsmanship present in the room.

Meanwhile, Ada wanders through the room, her eyes alight with curiosity, browsing the racks of new dresses. She moves with a sense of purpose, her fingers delicately skimming over the luxurious fabrics, as she seeks to find the perfect ensemble. She drags along a reluctant John, who seems more interested in escaping her clutches than in the latest fashion trends.

Aunt Polly, the matriarch of the family, sits regally in a plush chair within the seating area, her glass of champagne held delicately in her hand.

Tommy prefers handling matters at the tailor's shop alone, deeming it a quicker process. However, today is Thursday ━ the day he reserves for Ada's decisions. After their usual sibling rendezvous at the quaint café, Ada orchestrated this gathering, intending for their family to spend quality time together, away from the pressing matters of their business.

The tinkling sound of the shop's doorbell echoes through the room and Tommy turns his head in unison with Arthur, glancing in the direction of the door. 

Nine enters, his mere presence sending a shiver down Tommy's spine. He’s accompanied by the red-haired girl, now disguised once again as a man. Her cap conceals her face, but fiery strands of red hair peek out, hinting at her true identity. She's clutching anxiously onto Nine’s arm, looking rather like she'd be anywhere but here. 

Tommy’s gaze briefly meets Nine’s, the connection electric. The moment is broken by the head seamstress who hurries over to Nine from her desk, stumbling only slightly in her haste. She trades pleasantries with Nine and the girl before gesturing towards the seating area opposite Tommy's. With a nod of gratitude, they make their way to the designated spot, while the seamstress darts off towards the back area, likely to prepare a changing room.

Polite greetings are exchanged between the two groups, each acknowledging the other's presence. Tommy nods at Nine, receiving a discreet yet appreciative once-over in return.

With a sigh, the red-haired girl removes her cap, letting her thick locks of ginger hair cascade around her face and down her back. Collapsing onto the plush couch with a childish pout, she mutters, “let it be known that I do not wish to be here.” 

Aunt Polly, who had just taken a sip of her champagne, coughs in surprise, caught off guard by the unexpected display. The tailor, having finished neatly fixing Arthur's trousers, doesn't look the least bit surprised. He collects his belongings and departs for the back room. 

“Nine!” Ada gasps, delighted as she rounds the corner with John. “What a pleasant surprise!” 

“Miss Shelby,” Nine smiles politely, his demeanour as composed as ever. His gaze shifts to John, his amusement evident. Teasingly, he asks, “no crisps today, John?” 

“Ha ha,” John rolls his eyes, falling into the plush seat beside Aunt Polly. “Think you're funny, don't you?” 

Ada waves John’s ire away and redirects the conversation. “And who's this?” She asks, extending a sweet, kind smile to the girl on the couch.