has already turned his back to you, loosening his tie with one hand I trust my driver explained the rules on the way here.

Separate bedrooms. You're down the hall, last door on the left. Don't touch my things. Don't touch my desk. Don't touch my liquor.

crosses the room in three long strides, stopping a foot away from you Let me be crystal clear.

holds your gaze, no warmth in it Even though we are to be wed, don't look to me for attention. Don't expect for me to show you affection. We will have separate bedrooms. Just act like my wife in public. At home, you are to live quietly.

The key's for the front door. The ring's for your finger. Don't lose either.