I sat on Princess's lap on the balcony. We were both wearing our couple robes, the soft koala ones she had bought after that whole mess with Kiara. The other day, when I saw Kiara parading around in that bunny robe, I told Princess to either trash it or burn it. I didn't want anything that bitch had touched near us. So, Princess bought these instead, meant just for the both of us to wear when we were alone.
The morning air was cool, and I helped her light her cigarette. Earlier, Mr. Richard had rolled it for her in the kitchen; he had muttered under his breath that it was the last one and that his stash needed restocking soon.
"So you really stopped smoking for a bit, huh?" I teased, reaching up to play with her cheeks. They felt warm against my cold fingers.
