Victor

Ever After
"Our evenings together are elegant things. The sweep of the stairwell all glittered with gold. The sighs of the audience close to the stage. The chink of our knives, further back, through fillet. We often run into his sister, whose tastes mirror our own. But when we are alone again, he lavishes his gaze on me. He offers kisses, caresses, caramel. We are happy, I think. [This might be considered a victory. But the House is no place for lovers.]"

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