Celessa heard his clumsy steps. Her husband, Allo, the hero. The party goer, the entertainer, the man of the hour! For three years now this had been the pattern. He would spruce up, call for Charles, his driver. Go to location. Tell Charles to be back in six hours because he would be too drunk to drive.
Charles and Celessa fit their activities right into the schedule. Charles was in the servant quarters by the time Allo got to bed. Celessa would dutifully whine and sob a bit to let Allo know he had been missed.
He is drunk; she is bleary-eyed!
A drama. Life of an elite!
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PHOTO PROMPT also by Rochelle