Marius had his eyebrow raised as I looked up at him and noticed the young man I had been trying to trick look particularly dejected.
I stood up, brushing myself off and thanking the young boy for his help with a kiss on his cheek.
Not exactly the wild night of passion he had been thinking about when I pressed my hand into his, but better than nothing and his brother and the other men would not make fun of him now.
“It must have slipped from my wrist,” I lied.
Marius waited for the young man to go back to his group before he confronted me, in his typically mild-mannered way.
“Yes…I saw it slip from your wrist and into your dress,” he passed me a small bag and continued speaking as I opened it to examine the contents. “I take it that was what you were hoping to achieve?”
The bag was fi
