Decadent Darling

Willkommen. Bienvenue. Benvenuti. Bienvenidos. Welcome.**

Come inside The Looking Glass.

Mind the glitter on the floor, darling. I'd love to tell you it stays here, but it doesn't. It'll follow you home, turn up in your carpet months from now, and by then it'll already be far too late.

Come closer.

I've got a story for you.

Actually, I've got several.

Some are funny. Some still hurt. A few I'd rather pretend never happened... but then you'd miss all the interesting bits.

My name is Ollie Ashford, although around here you'll hear Odette Divine far more often. They both answer to compliments. Only one answers to, *"Darling, your eyelash is falling off."*

I've been called a hotel heir, a disappointment, a man in a dress, an artist, and a terrible influence. Usually all before lunch. Personally, I prefer *fabulous*, but we can't all have impeccable taste.

Anyway...

Where was I?

Ah, yes.

The story.

It starts long before Cash wandered into my life. Long before Jude started asking questions I wasn't quite ready to answer. Long before I discovered that love has absolutely no respect for timing, common sense, or anyone else's plans.

So, pour yourself a glass of champagne.

Get comfortable.

I'll tell you everything.

Well...

Almost everything.

Now then...

Where should we begin?