The Book of Love – Victory Dance
She wore a red dress that night, red and short and backless. It was the first time she'd worn anything backless in public. Until now, the array she bore on her back had been one of the greatest secrets she carried. But now she could wear it openly, and she did. For the first time she could accompany him to a party as simply his date, not his bodyguard, not his subordinate, just as herself. Even though it was a fairly private party, just Roy and his closest supporters, she still came as a surprise, not the fact that she was his date, there had been an office pool on the two of them for years, but the dress and the array. She could hear the sounds of jaws dropping as they walked by.
Riza didn't care. As Roy pulled her out onto their makeshift dance floor, one hand just below the array on her back, she leaned into his arms with a sigh of contentment. After all, this was what they had fought so hard for in part.
