“You’re not going.” Was his curt answer as he spun you around by the shoulders and led you back to your room.

He’d intercepted you right as you were about to sneak out of the house. With your parents out of town, it was up to him to take care of you. You were old enough, but you were a brat, he quickly learned, that wanted her way no matter what. And your parents were worried.

The outfit you wore was skimpy and he did not like the idea of you parading out in that.