Lily turned on the chandelier, walked up, and finally saw the familiar face clearly.
"Arthur?"
She let out a breath, relaxing.
She approached the bed and called out, "Arthur? Arthur?"
There was no response. Lily climbed onto the bed and gave him a couple of shakes. He lay there, unmoving, his eyes closed.
A strong smell of alcohol mixed with the scent of his cologne filled the air.
Lily sighed.
Arthur's room was just below hers, so it was clear he had too much to drink and stumbled onto the wrong floor in his haze.
She tried to lift him, but Arthur was tall and not easily moved. Even though he wasn't as bulky as William, it was still impossible for her to shift him much on her own. After a while, she was sweaty and had hardly moved him at all.
Looking out the window, she saw the g
