Stefan and I were invited to a party last year, on the date Britain had scheduled to leave the European Union, at the home of one of his colleagues just outside Cambridge to the north of the city, and we hired a minicab to take us as neither of us have a car in the city. We got there in a fashionable time, and one as surprised at how many were dressed in wacky outfits.
Stefan has insisted he was going to buy my outfit as the previous three years I had come up with my own outfits which he has in effect said were not up to his expectations. So, I had this gauzy black gown that's totally transparent, under which he said I should wear nothing!
At the party when I took off my topcoat I was immediately thrown into a focus of surprised partygoers, and Stefan was at first happy to sit back and watch this flood of attention. It was only when this began to be predominantly masculine that he came and retrieved me, to highlight who i was with, who I'd arrived with, who I belonged to (in his eyes).