“I like dressing you up like this.” He catches a caterer who’s wading through the sea of red dresses and black suits and plucks two long stem glasses off the tray. “What? Like a doll?” I inspect the glass of copper-colored liquid he hands me. “Precisely.” He takes a swig of what I assume is some sort of sparkling cider, eyes gleaming. “A pretty little doll that I get to show off…and only I get to touch.”
