Simone and William were drunk on one another, half aware but completely uncaring of the storm brewing outside their bubble.
There were bound to be many articles published about them, about their peculiar relationship — at the heart of which they were stepsbilings.
The following morning soon came, bringing along hope, freedom, and love.
“Morning, sleepy head,” William’s voice was gruff as he greeted Simone who had only just stirred.
“Morning,” she grumbled, eyes still closed.
“We cannot afford to miss work today, Angel,” he drawled as he placed a soft chaste kiss on her lips. “We cannot be seen as the couple who runs away from their problems.”
His words had the knack to bring Simone to a state of total lucidity.
“Naturally,” she agreed with him readily. “We have to face the judgmenta
