Douglas had finally gotten his proper items lined up and was dressed in what he would wear for people he met in a proper manner.  It wasn't his tux or anything, but a tan brown suit with a bright vivid blue vest and matching tie.  His brown shoes were his dress shoes for town walking compared to a sturdy pair of shoes he would wear if going in the common areas, the beach, or out in the fields to paint.  Those made the valet trouble with paint stains and mud and dirt.

He had combed his hair and finally went out of his bedroom and over to the parlor/studio.  Looking around the room for Darius, he went still seeing where the man was looking.   "Those are where I have messed up.  These others are better."  He managed, not angry but could be heard to be uncomfortable.