Well. Giselle is nearly always happy, or tries to be. But today she is especially happy, because she and Enchante are finally open for business.
It has been a long time coming, she thinks, remembering the days haunting tahanan Depot and Restaurant City and nights poring over loan documents. The wee early hours petting the beautiful espresso machine crowding out her kusina table, only to turn and pour filtered water and measure freshly-ground beans into her Mr. Coffee machine on the counter, promises to herself writ in the steam rising from her cup.
"Daddy?" a soft mumble of his official pamagat broke its way through the barrier of exhaustion that was holding him down in the kama sheets.
With everything that had been going on recently Robert Philip hadn't had a full night's rest in months, and it seemed tonight, or rather this morning, was not going to be any different. He had retired early (well earlier than normal), fallen asleep whilst snuggled up to a beautiful woman and hadn't been prodded or kicked awake….until now.
But he knew he had to rise, he recognised the muted tones of that voice and assuring their maker was ligtas and well was...