Ariel Lawhon

And, after all, what is a lie? ’Tis but the truth in masquerade.
—LORD BYRON, DON JUAN

Anna has found her drug of choice, and it comes corked, in a bottle, with a thousand tiny bubbles that tickle her nose. Champagne.

His voice, only a murmur: “Life is too short, madam, for that kind of attitude. Who wants to just survive. Wouldn’t you rather live?”