LOGINThird Person POVMalcolm got Ruby out of the car carefully. She was not completely gone but she was not steady either. She was somewhere in between, where her body was moving but her coordination had mostly checked out. She was drunk from all the alcoholic wine consumption.He kept his arm around her waist and she leaned into him without seeming to notice she was doing it. He got her inside and up the stairs. His room was closer than hers. He made the decision quickly and practically and pushed the door open and brought her in and sat her on the edge of the bed."Okay," he said. "Let me get you some water."He turned to go to the bathroom."Malcolm," she called out.He turned back. She was looking at him. Her eyes were half lidded and her lipstick had faded and her hair had come down slightly from where it had been pinned. She looked at him in a way that was different from how she usually looked at him."Come here," she said."Ruby.""Come here," she said again.He came back to where
Ruby's POVThe boutique was exactly what Malcolm had described, small, well lit, and very organized. The woman who had spoken to me on the phone was already at the door when I arrived. Her name was Diane and she was brisk and efficient and did not waste time.She had pulled eight options, all gowns, all in my size range. She had laid them out in a private fitting room at the back and she stood to the side while I looked through them without hovering too close.I ruled out three of them immediately. One was too stiff, one was a colour that did nothing for my skin tone, and one had a neckline that I just did not feel comfortable in. The remaining five were all genuinely good options. Diane had done her homework. I tried on four of them.The one I picked was a deep burgundy. Floor length, with a fitted bodice and sleeves that came to the elbow. It had a small slit at the side that stopped just below the knee. Nothing dramatic. It fit well across the shoulders and the waist and did not pu
"What is funny?""You," he said and kept a straight face. "The way you said that, like you were bracing for a fight."I said nothing."Ruby." He said my name in that way that he stressed on the last syllable, "I am not a dictator.""You made me quit my job,""I handled that badly and I already apologized for it. That is different. I had reasons for that. An art competition is not the same thing."I looked at him. "So you are not going to tell me not to enter.""Why would I tell you not to enter a competition?" he said. "You want to chase your dreams, chase them. Enter as many competitions as you want. If you win, even better."I sat there for a second not sure what to do with that response because I had genuinely not prepared for it."Okay," I said."You seem surprised," he said."I am a little," I said."I do not have a problem with you having ambitions," he said. "I have a problem with you being unprotected in situations where I cannot account for your safety. Those are two differen
Ruby's POVI did not know what to say to that so I did not say anything. The room was quiet for a moment. Then Malcolm's eyes dropped to my wrist. He looked at it the same way he did before. That focused, still look that lasted just a moment too long.I had been waiting for the right time to ask about it and I decided that the right time was probably not going to announce itself so I might as well just do it now."Why does the mark bother you so much?" I asked.He looked up at me."Every time you see it you get this look," I said. "You went through my room because of it. You have been staring at it since you first noticed it. I want to know why."He exhaled slowly. He looked at the mark again and then back at my face."Do you know what it means," he said. "To be marked by a man."I blinked. "What?""When a man marks a woman it means something. It is not casual. It is a claim. It is saying that she belongs to him."I felt something go cold in my stomach. "And you thought someone had ma
Ruby's POVI drew for a long time after that.I was not thinking about what I was making. I was just letting my hand move and seeing what came out. That was always how the best stuff happened for me.I was maybe thirty minutes in when I looked down at the page and stopped.I had drawn a girl. She was tall. She had slim, long legs and a small waist and the kind of proportions that people described as willowy without making it sound like an insult. She was standing straight with her chin up and her arms loose at her sides like she was comfortable just existing in her own body. I stared at her for a while.She did not look like me, or she did not look like the me I saw when I looked in the mirror. She looked like the me that sometimes appeared in my head when I was not paying attention. The version of me that I defaulted to when I was imagining myself doing things, taller, thinner, taking up less space.I had read about body dysmorphia once. About how your brain could show you a version
He smiled at that. "If I were you, I would still chase my dreams. Contract or no contract. Whatever arrangement you are in with whoever you are in it with, that is separate from who you are as a person and what you want for yourself. You should not have to shrink what you want because someone else is uncomfortable with it."I did not say anything."That is just my opinion," he added."I've heard you," I said.He nodded and then reached into the bag he was carrying. He pulled out a folded piece of paper and held it out to me. I took it and unfolded it. It was a flyer, printed on good paper, not the kind people made on a home printer. It had a photo of a large open gallery space at the top and bold text underneath.ARTISTS CONNECT. ANNUAL ART EXHIBITION AND COMPETITION.I read further down. It was an open competition for artists at any level. You submitted a piece or a series of pieces. A panel of judges reviewed them. There were different categories—Painting, sculpture, mixed media, di
A tall man in a prison guard uniform walked towards us.“Coffee?” He asked, holding out a tray with two mugs while he held another which belonged to him in his other hand.“Thank you,” I muttered as I took mine. “No, thanks.” Millicent objected.“Really? This is the best black coffee you can find,
I dialed Millicent's number, and almost immediately, the call ended. I stared at the phone screen to see that her line was busy.I was about to set my phone aside when her call came in.Without giving it much thought, I answered the call and clutched the phone closer to my ear.“Good morning Ruby.
********Moon walkers camp.When I was just seven, my mother who had been barely taking care of me claimed that she was tired. She wanted to pursue a career and I had to leave for that to be possible.That day, I sat in a bus, sandwiched between two adult strangers as they drove to the famous Moon
I relentlessly stared at where the man sat, as though my hard stare would cause him to appear. If he was a clone creature who had disappeared into thin air, then I would be less troubled. Clone creature? Things like that only existed in comic books.I strode towards where the man sat, my face shado







