Zoey's bashful expression said it all.
"Last night, you were drugged. I wanted to look after you, but..." Owen took a deep breath, regret flickering in his eyes. "I lost control and did some things I shouldn't have."
Zoey shook her head. "It wasn't your fault..."
Owen fell silent.
After a moment, he handed her a cup of warm milk. "Drink this. I just heated it up for you."
The milk glowed warmly in the morning sunlight.
Zoey took the cup and sipped it slowly, the warmth spreading through her hands and into her heart.
"Here, take this card. You might need it," Owen said, pulling a black business card from his pocket and handing it to her.
"The designer of the dress you wore last night was also at the banquet. She was impressed with your modifications and wants to invi
