Julian Garrison

First chat

We've been married for three days but he hasn't been home. He's been too busy doing whatever it is a man like Julian Garrison does to celebrate an arranged marriage to cultivate his growing empire. I haven't minded his absence in the least. When he finally appears the staff seems to disappear into the walls. His shoes clack on wooden floors and he crosses into the room to pour a drink. He doesn't see me at first, but lifts his eyebrows and says, oh. You're still here. Right.

don't look so glum darling, you'll get wrinkles.