Her sweet smile makes my heart sing. She turns and picks up the suit jacket she was working on. “I made this for you. To wear to the show.” I inspect the label with a grin, admiring the addition of the apostrophe and S. “A special edition Marina, huh?” “This way, when you put it on, you’ll know you’re mine.” “Say it again.” “You’re mine,” she whispers. “Just as I’m yours.”
