The everlasting loss...

"How could I hate you for so long, my darling", Lord Caput kissed his lover's hand, pressing her body tighter agnist the couch, "How much time did I waste to finally understand that?"

"It doesn't matter how much time has passed, sweetheart, but how much time has left to enjoy it", Lady Montane squeezed the man's head firmly to her ample breasts. Even through her gown, he could feel her swollen nipples, ready to cut diamonds, "And now, since the kids have gone on a honeymoon, we have too much of it to spend."

Julius's father began to caress her teats, sensing her trembling figure and grimacing in the shape of delectation. Her body was hardening just like something else under her dress. The man's palms were slowly moving towards the scepter of power, when suddenly the door burst open, letting light in.

"Isn't that great? There will be no more power struggles and no more backstage scuffles since the two families became one", Faustina set foot in the room, waving the arms, wanting to visualize her thoughts to Miss Mercutio, "Oh! My Lady ... and, you, Lord ... we apologize for the disturbance."

"It's fine, my dear, the break will do us good", Lord Caput moved away from his mistress, barely freeing his fingers from under the layers of her frock, "So, girls, are you satisfied with the jouissance of your best friend?"

"Of course, absolutely! It's like all those romantic stories, where everything goes well", Miss Benvolio applauded with joy, like a preschooler, "The only difference is that in this case it is not random or pointless and literally everyone benefits from it."

"Not everyone", Valentina said quietly, revisiting in her mind the ravishing moment in the wine cellar. She still remembered Tybalt's sad eyes and she could not shake them off from the memory.

"Nonsense. It gets better now. Peace, love, unity, what more do you need?", Miss Benvolio stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to embrace the whole world, moving her finger from the pair on the couch to the paintings on the wall, and then to her morosed friend. Her digit only stopped when it aimed at the Prince of Cats, who entered unnoticed. Faustina's face fell the more she looked at Tybalt's gloomy gaze.

"What happened?", Lady Montane asked, sensing the dark aura he had brought inside. Nobody has seen the Eternal Party Boy like this before.

"Police just called ... there was an accident and ...", Tybalt could not say the whole thing at once, taking breaks and making everyone in the room nervous. His lips trembled, the hair was sweaty and the legs were barely standing, "Their brakes didn't work and ... and the car fell off a cliff ... they ... they ... died."