Posh||l.t [short story]

description:

primped and proper,

they had to keep their love contained.

Gold and Silver

their families would go insane

Satin and bow ties

to other's there's a world, to them it's only Louis and Elaine.

P R O L O U G E:

Every time Louis looked at her, it was a mental reminder, usually it meant, meet me in the whine cellar.

They'd look forward to this every Saturday Night. Their dad's would get together and have business meetings over dinner.

Saturday nights were their favorite nights of any week. Every kiss they shared was pressed up by the priceless whine bottles imported from Paris and Italy or something foreign with a nice ring to it.

Their love was forbidden, but- as any other hopeless romantics- they didn't care, even if it meant being apart for 6 days of the week.