Dinner night finally arrived. Ares invited Winona and Jackson to join him at the resort’s dining hall for a welcome dinner party. It was an event meant for business partners and investors, something formal and sophisticated.

“Are you sure it’s okay for us to come?” Winona asked as she finished dressing Jackson.

“Of course. Who said you couldn’t?” Ares replied, glancing at her. But when his eyes lingered too long, he quickly looked away, clearing his throat. “You’re… wearing ...