The guests leave at eleven. I hear them from my room. Voices at the door, laughing, saying their goodbyes. Then the door closes and the penthouse goes quiet and I just sit on the edge of my bed in the cream dress and stare at the floor. No tears. I thought there'd be tears. There's just nothing. Like I used everything up at that table and came back empty. I take the pins out of my hair and drop them on the nightstand one by one. Shake my hair loose. That's the most like myself I've felt since this morning. I'm reaching for the zip at the back of my dress when the door opens. No knock. Never a knock. Nico stands in the doorway with his jacket gone and his collar open and his eyes on me across the room. I go still with my arm twisted behind my back still reaching for a zip I can't get to. He looks at me for a moment then crosses the room and stops behind me and unzips the dress in one smooth pull like he's done it a hundred times. Because he has. "You did well tonight," he says
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