NORA
Marcellus doesn't even blink. He tilts his head slightly, studying her with a lazy expression.
"No," he says. "You're not."
Florence's smile falters. "What?"
Marcellus's mouth curves. "You heard me, Flo. This trip is for my wife and me. You're not invited. Try to board that jet and I'll have security drag you off it in front of everyone. Wouldn't want to embarrass you like that, would we?"
The silence that follows is lovely.
Florence stares at him, her expression finally cracking. For once, she looks genuinely caught off guard.
Marcellus doesn't stop there. He turns his head towards me, his eyes glittering with amusement, and adds, "Besides, I've been looking forward to ruining my wife in peace. Can't do that with an audience, can I?"
Blood rushes to my cheeks.
Florence's jaw
