It was the night of the party, Dolores had just come from doubly checking the party preparations to make sure that everything was fully ready.
It was less than an hour to when the guests would start arriving, she couldn’t take any chances.
She made her way to her husband’s study, her glittery dress swirling around her portly form, bleached blonde hair pinned back almost painfully.
She could already guess that he was either drinking or smoking, or both, instead of actually working.
She wasn’t wrong.
She walked into a cloud of smoke, waving away the billowing and nasty smelling fumes.
“You promised to stop smoking your cuban cigars in the house.” She scolded him as soon as she could see him.
“You said I should keep to my study while the preparations were going on, it’s your words agai
