“You look adequate.” “Adequate.” She blinks. “Be sure to pass your thoughts along to Zeus when he sees the bill.” Adequate. What am I saying? The dress is a masterpiece. I want to run my hands over it, following the folds. I want to kneel at her feet and start my way from the bottom. Or, better, start at the top. I want to peel the damn thing off her and… I close my eyes, striving for focus. “You look lovely. I’m sorry. You caught me off guard.”
