After the Ball 2
. I heard his key in the door, checking myself in the mirror for the fiftieth time in as many minutes. He’d let me have the spare key after I’d promised to cook for him. ‘Lauren?’ he called from the hallway. Taking one final look, I opened the door from his studio, into the corridor. ‘Wow! You look… stunning!’ I smiled, blushing. My hair had cost a fortune, and I’d taken my time looking my best for him. ‘Thank you, kind sir.’ He hung his jacket up and slipped his shoes off, then took the two...