“So am I.” Ruby had learned at a young age that she existed purely for appearance, and so that her father had some way of keeping his money in his own name when he inevitably died. Of course, he’d have preferred a son, but that just wasn’t meant to be. There were many things Ruby would fake; being a man wasn’t one of them.

Andor leads them outside and the cool breeze hits her warm skin instantly, causing a shiver despite how pleasant it felt.

“I can fake it for another hour.” By then, her mother would be suitably sloshed and her father would be too engaged in his business to see her slip out. “I’d be better if you called me Ruby.”