Estella felt pretty, she felt
drunk, and she felt like next year was going to be their best year yet! Caden's parents had happily taken the children for the night, promising lots of snacks, sugar, and midnight madness. Estella wasn't sure if her in-laws' house would be standing by the next morning, but at this moment she could not care less about it! She was pretty and drunk! It was a great evening!
She giggled into her hand, unsure of the last time she had been this tipsy. She really could
not remember, as she usually avoided alcohol because
one drink made her wobbly. As a health nut and someone who
needed to keep a certain figure, Estella had a strict, strict diet which did not include alcohol. But it was
New Years! New Years! It was New Years and she was wearing a pretty dress and she was drunk!
A warm feeling came over her as she adjusted the
mask on her face, like a silk curtain dropping over her shoulders. She turned toward the man standing beside her, the one she'd just been having a lovely conversation about her dance studio with---apparently he had a young daughter too? Estella grinned, her hand running up his chest.
"You are
not my husband," she purred, pushing up on her tiptoes.
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