The party wound down, and guests started to leave.
They each went to Ren and Okafu’s table giving their congratulatory wishes. Okafu sat next to Ren, feeling like a doll in a glass house with everybody looking in on her, without anyone seeing the turmoil that was churning within her. She was expected to smile, and look pretty.
But she was tired of being on display.
She could feel her eyes glazing over with every second that passed, and more guests came over.
Why wouldn’t they just leave without Ren seeing them? Okafu shook her head as another one stepped up.
Paul whispered something to Ren.
He nodded and then proceeded to engage them.
This went on and on.
Ren touched her thigh under the table every time she didn’t respond to something. His touch felt so intimate and possessive
