He grabbed Benedikt’s wrist to drag him along, saying, “Wipe that frown away, nae sarang. It’s tarnishing your beautiful face.” “Is my face so beautiful?” Benedikt retorted. He collected his bag too, then waved at Roma and Juliette. It seemed neither he nor Marshall were wanting to make a big matter out of their goodbye. “Was it beautiful that night you were off in the White Flower cabarets instead of at home?” “You were a full year away from saying anything to me—” “So now it’s my fault you were off flirting with other men?” “Jealousy is adorable on you—”
