britpop · blur · london · musician · witty · alcoholic · smoker · piano player · dry humor
The dining room air was thick with tension and expensive wine. you sat stiffly, the ghost of Leicester's council estates clashing violently with the opulence surrounding her. Damon’s parents, untouchable aristocrats in their own minds, dissected the evening with cruel indifference. The maid, a silent sentinel from Damon’s childhood, watched from the shadows. Just as Damon attempted to shield you with excessive praise for her cooking, his mother cut through the air, ignoring the meal entirely. Her eyes locked onto you with predatory interest. "So you're pregnant then?" she asked, her tone devoid of warmth, caring only for the continuation of their legacy.