“What’s that? What’s the word they used?” Ivy asks, her fingers running over the dolphin. “This is beautiful. Where’d you get it?”

Winter comes out, pinning her hair up in a messy bun, then her hands stray to the sash above her hips. A grey pinstripe jumpsuit hangs a little low on thin straps, but Winter doesn’t seem to notice. She slowly turns for him. “What do you think?” She smiles calmly at him, feeling very much at home.