“Here… hold still and stop wriggling.” Arry laughed as he pulled the zipper of Sophie’s dress up the last inch and patted her on the ass before turning to finish his bow tie in the mirror. Feeling pretty smug with himself and a lot more relaxed.

“You totally wrinkled it.” Sophie looked in the reflection at the side of him with complete horror as she spotted an almost invisible wrinkle in her long silver dress and began fussing with it mercilessly. Arry watched her with a ...