His First Lady
Stricken-looking, Thea gasps a sharp, wet breath, and then turns and runs.
Garnar shoots me a dagger-edged glare, though he makes no moves to follow and comfort his date. He truly has no idea how to properly treat a woman. Not his wife, nor his mistress.
As the whispers die down or turn to other thinks, I once more thank Senator Hamilton for his kind words.
“Thank you for recognizing the details,” I tell him.
He smiles kindly. “Only a truly thoughtful person would make such an effort. This is something I will remember. As will my son.” Senator Hamilton motions to nearby Miles, who, with his arms crossed, appears somewhat bored now.