“Oh, Chester, it’s beautiful!” Magdalena smiled when she saw her gift. She flung her arms around her millionaire boyfriend and planted a sloppy kiss on his left cheek.
“So, you like it then?” Chester replied, peeling Mags off him. “The suit, babe… the suit!”
“Sorry, Chess, it’s just, I’m, well, sooooo happy!” She squealed, jumped, and giggled in quick succession. Her curly blonde hair bounced with her.
“Here’s the key, babe… I’ll let you do the honours.” Chester handed Mags a key to the door to the rundown building on the corner of the Antique District. She grabbed the key in the blink of an eye and quickly skipped over to the door, her needle-thin stilettos clicking over the red pavement.
The door creaked open into the darkened room. A slither of light stretched across the grungy floor from a gap in the heavy black curtains that covered the windows.
“This will be where you can have your studio, babe.” Chester said, his voice echoing around the empty room.
“It has to be pink…” Mags said, dreamily.
“Whatever you want, sweets.” Chester grabbed Mags by her arm and pulled her to a door at the back of the room. “And back here, down these stairs, is where the magic happens!”
The stairs led to a larger room in the basement. “Oh, Chess!” Chester could tell Mags was smiling broadly. “Our own underground gambling operation. Simply marvellous.”
“Keep quiet now.” Chester said. “We don’t want to be discovered.”
Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr. To write up to 250 words using a photo they supply as the prompt.
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