He’s charming, polite, and smells faintly of lavender which draws in every nan and great-aunt within a ten-table radius. He’s the designated handbag holder, the go-to arm for a trip to the loo, and the unanimous pick for the first dance once the band starts up. They all want a piece of him - not in that way - but because he’s the kind of man whose manners are second to none and always tops up their prosecco without being asked. Not even juggling Nana’s clutch, shawl, and emergency mints can take the shine off his look - sharp in the matching navy linen Fintry blazer and Alp trousers, the Halcomb striped viscose shirt, Pavillion linen tie, and S.T. Valentin leather deck shoes. What a lovely boy.