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“Just wear it-!”
“No! It looks ridiculous, no one will-”
“Just do it!”
“It's not gonna-”
“Just put it on!”
“This is John, my husband.”
“… That’s Eliot Spencer with a moustache.”
“No, this is my husband. John.”
“And when did you marry … John?”
“Three years ago.” You could feel Eliot tensing up beside you and see the incredulous faces in front of you.
“Well!” Your target clapped. “Lovely to meet you both, so glad you could join us. Please, here, take a seat. Dinner was just about to be served.”
“Thank you,” you smiled, and subtly elbowed Eliot.
He grunted.