Jessica dominated the conversation, talking about “disruptive markets” and “crypto assets” with a vocabulary that sounded like she had memorized a tech bro’s Twitter feed. Mark hung on her every word, nodding like a bobblehead.

“So, Eleanor,” Jessica said, turning her gaze on me for the first time. Her eyes were cold, dead things. “Mark tells me you’re a… homemaker? That must be nice. So simple. I could never just sit around.”

“I stay busy,” I said, taking a sip of water.

“Doing what? Baking?” She laughed, looking at Mark for validation. He chuckled, avoiding my eyes.

“Eleanor is very supportive,” Mark mumbled.

The waiter arrived with the Petrus. He poured a small amount for Mark to taste. Mark waved him off. “Just pour it. For the lady first.”

Jessica took the glass. She swirled it, holding it up to the light.