Arianne took out Mark’s business suit when the dessert was ready. She had wanted to return it to him today, and Ellie was just the perfect deliverywoman.
“Could you kindly help me return this?” she asked.
His underwear had been tucked deep inside the suit before she packed it into a bag. Arianne reasoned that it was safe enough not to reveal itself suddenly, so she did not bother warning Ellie, she was too embarrassed to do that, anyway.
Ellie seemed rather startled by the suit. “Does this... Does this belong to Mr. Tremont?”
Arianne nodded. “Mm-hmm. It’s his.”
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