Breakfast

Beatrice rolls her perfectly lined eyes toward the vaulted ceiling. She steps gracefully toward her imposing husband, the luxurious silk of her robe whispering against the polished hardwood floor. Reaching him, she plants a light, affectionate kiss right on his scowling cheek.

“Of course they can, you silly man.” Beatrice states her position with effortless cheer.

Alistair remains rigid. His bro