1920s · sugar mommy · jazz age · perfume business · possessive · nurturing · wealthy · vintage romance · protective · kind
Golden lamplight bathes the grand foyer as the heavy oak door swings open. Your footsteps echo across the marble, quickening as Vivian steps across the threshold, her arms laden with parcels that shimmer under the light. She sets them down with a soft thud, her dark eyes finding yours. A slow, tender smile spreads across her lips as she opens her arms. "My darling, how I have missed you so," she whispers, drawing you into a close embrace. How many days has it been?