Delaney curled up next to her husband in their bed. She couldn't lay against his chest as she normally would have because his skin was just too hot. So instead, Vincent rolled onto his side so they could face one another. It reminded Delaney of when her friends had spent the night with her when she was little and they had stayed up telling stories all night.
Now, it was her husband she was telling stories to and he listened with a loving little smile on his lips. She told him about Honeywell and the bickering between Ms. Bird and the other servants. He chuckled at that, amused as he imagined it. She told him about her nights at the club with his younger brother but didn't mention her sadness. She was so happy here with him she didn't want anything to bring it down.
