Then a suit.

And finally, tonight, this room key.

I stood at the elevator, and behind me the door to the private room eased open a crack.

Roy's voice drifted out.

"Cecily, does Ernest hate me now?"

"I really only wanted to help him keep an eye on you."

Cecily's voice dropped a little.

"Don't read too much into it."

"He's just spoiled. I spoiled him."

A small laugh slipped out of me.

She used to say no one would ever dare look down on me.

And now.

The first person to look down on me was her.

The elevator doors opened, and I reached the penthouse suite.

Inside there was none of the decadence I'd pictured.

Only a single floor lamp burned.

Marina Gilbert sat by the floor-to-ceiling window in a long black dress, half a cigarette resting between her fingers.

Hearing me, she raised her eyes lazily.

Her gaze fell on the room key in my hand.

Then on how pale my face had gone.

She tugged at the corner of her lips.

"Since a marriage of convenience is the same with anyone."

"Ernest, why not try the Gilberts?"

She stubbed out the cigarette without hurry and lifted her eyes to me.

"Whatever the Hensons can give you, I'll double it."

"And whatever Cecily won't give you, I'll give that too."

Before I could answer, my phone rang.

It was Cecily.

On the other end there was the sound of running water, and Roy's soft laugh.

"Come down here."

Her tone took it for granted.

"Roy's stomach is bothering him. His medicine's in your bag."

I froze.

Before we left this afternoon, Roy had said things stuffed in a suit pocket ruined the line of it, and asked me to carry his medicine for him.

At the time I'd laughed at how particular he was.

Only now did I realize he could turn even feeling unwell into a reason to give me a hard time.

I said quietly, "Have a server bring it up."

Cecily's voice went cold.

"He can't stomach the stuff they'd have out there."

"Ernest, don't be so cold-hearted."

On the other end, Roy said in a low voice,

"Cecily, forget it."

"Ernest probably doesn't want to see me right now. I can tough it out."

Cecily softened at once.

"Don't tough it out."

Then, cold again, she said to me,

"Five minutes. Bring it to my room."

When I reached their suite door with the medicine, it wasn't fully shut.

Roy sat on the edge of the bed in a bathrobe, hair dripping, a flush still on his face like he'd just pulled back from something intimate.

I handed over the medicine and turned to leave.

Cecily walked to Roy's side and passed him a glass of water.

"Take your medicine first."

The motion was practiced, as if they were the couple who'd been together for years.

I stood in the doorway like a spare part, an outsider.

The next second, Cecily called after me again.

"Wait."

She picked up an empty box from the nightstand, her tone even.

"Go buy me one from the vending machine downstairs."

At first it didn't register.

Not until I read the words on the box.

Condoms.

My whole body went rigid.

Roy's face flushed red in an instant, and he ducked his head, murmuring,

"Cecily, how can you send Ernest to buy that…"

But Cecily saw nothing wrong with it.

"He's my fiancé."

"He knows my habits better than anyone."

When she finished, she looked at me.

"Same brand as always. Don't get the wrong one."

In that instant, the disgust rose so hard I nearly threw up.

"Cecily, do you hear what you're saying?"

She frowned.

"Ernest, don't twist things again."

"It's just a backup."

"Roy and I are completely innocent. If there were really anything going on, I wouldn't need to send you for it."

Roy nodded quickly too.

“Ernest, don't get the wrong idea.”

“Cecily just doesn't want everyone tomorrow making jokes about an empty box.”

“A full, unopened one sitting here actually proves nothing happened between us.”

Proving her innocence again.

They shared one room, to prove her innocence.

Now she wanted me to go buy that, also to prove her innocence.

Cecily saw that I wasn't moving, and her face went cold.

“Ernest, don't make a scene here.”

“Roy is already embarrassed enough.”

Roy said in a low voice,

“Let it go, Cecily.”

“Ernest must think I'm shameless.”

Cecily's eyes snapped to me at once.

“Apologize.”

My fingertips curled tighter, one by one.

“You want me to apologize to him?”

“Yes.”

Her voice held not a trace of warmth.

“He's your brother, and he only agreed to play this game for your sake.”

“Now you humiliate him like this. Shouldn't you apologize?”

I looked at Roy.

His head was down, his fingers gripping the edge of his bathrobe.

But for one instant, the corner of his mouth curved, ever so faintly.

Like a smile.

All at once, the fight drained out of me.

“Fine.”

Cecily's expression softened a little.

She thought I'd finally backed down.

Instead, I turned and walked toward the door.

“I'll go buy it.”

I stepped into the elevator.

The mirrored wall threw back my face. Pale, humiliated, numb.

I didn't go to the vending kiosk.

I went back up to the penthouse.

Marina was still sitting by the floor-to-ceiling window.

When she saw me come back empty-handed, she raised an eyebrow.

I sat down on the sofa, and a bone-deep exhaustion settled over me.

“Marina.”

“You said earlier the Gilberts were willing to put up more than the Hensons. Does that still stand?”

She looked over at me.

“It stands.”

I lifted my head, my voice quiet.

“Good. Then when do we sign the marriage license?”

Ten o'clock the next morning, outside the marriage registry.

Cecily and Roy got out of the car, one after the other.

A few of the friends from last night had come along too.

The moment they saw me standing at the door, they broke into grins.

“Ernest, here so early?”

“Last night you talked tough, said you didn't want to sign. And here you are, showing up like a good boy.”

Roy lightly waved them off.

“Don't talk about Ernest like that.”

“It's perfectly normal for a man to look forward to signing the license.”

He turned to me, his smile gentle.

“Ernest, let last night stay in the past.”

“From now on, you and Cecily should have a good life together.”

“I'll keep my distance, so you won't get the wrong idea.”

It sounded so nice.

If his hand hadn't still been resting on Cecily's wrist,

I might almost have believed him.

Cecily reached out a hand toward me.

“Ernest, let's go. I told you I'd marry you.”

I glanced down at the red booklet in my hand.

“Who said I came here to sign with you?”

Cecily's face changed.

“What are you talking about?”

The next second, a black Cullinan pulled up at the curb.

The door opened.

Marina stepped out and slipped her arm through mine, easy as anything.

Then she raised her hand and held up two marriage certificates right in front of Cecily.

Red, glaring red.

Marina's lips curved.

“Miss Henson.”

“You're too late.”

“Ernest is my husband now.”