⇝ riccavendish·:
To look down on those cursed with commonness and middle-class wages was the most ideal way for one to spend New Years Eve. Accompanied by a beautiful bride worth more then three of London’s largest districts, was beyond perfection. Richard’s affections were conflicted and muddled, but no mistake could be made - he was smitten that night, holding Emma swathe with his chest, drinking champagne and boasting of his wit that night. She indulged his braggadocio for a time, before sweetly wishing him a blessed New Year. “And the same to you, my dear fiancée.” French was far more suited for her lips, then his.
“Is my proper English bride suggesting we spend the rest of the night gallivanting?” He’s been dying to flee into the dark expanse for hours, but Richard still delights in teasing Emma - flicking the tip of her nose as he turns from the balcony, eyeing the mass of party-goers (the majority of which, had succumbed to drunken stupors). “What would you say to a tiny karaoke bar I know - in a slightly dodgy bit of town.” It was two steps away from being a dive bar, but the pair would be safe from the prying eyes of the public; who would inevitably tip off the press to photograph such an escapade. Richard loved his photo being taken - but some nights, he desired purely for his own pleasure.
The word fiancée sounds so right coming off his lips. Nothing she loved more in the world than hearing him introduce her as his fiancée. On her tiptoes she stands to press a delicate kiss on his cheek at the mention of the word. She turns facing him, arms lazily draped around his neck, and smiles happily. “She may be, but again just a suggestion,” she adds giggling.
This is what happiness feels like, love. It’s been the same since the first day she met him. Her chest always full, there was never a dull moment between them. Even his slightest touch was electric to her. “Oh I can not song— especially if a little tipsy, but I adore the karaoke bar,” again she stands on her toes, the difference in height making things only slightly more challenging. “Especially if it means we can be alone,” she whispers for him only.

















