“What’s your mother talking about?” Edwina asked as soon as they got home. They were at Louis’s house, the one they’d move into when they got married. He already some of his things there, enjoyed his space and the quiet times he always had to himself. He liked it, not until he realized that some strings are already attached in this contractual marriage he’s having with Edwina. She threw her purse on the couch and followed him to the kitchen with a big frown on her face and her mouth ready to snap at him.
Louis on the other hand ignored her as he walked into the bar and took out a bottle of whiskey. Edwina quickly jumped in and snatched it away from him,
“Do you know what you look like?! You’re drinking and drinking and you’re always drunk whenever I see you. I have never in my life know
