Things between Leesa and me have moved along smartly since we met just four years ago. We got engaged in October of 2020, married in 2021, removed from my family’s ancestral estate, Bellevue House, and took residence at New Bellevue House earlier this year. The larger Saratoga property became a massive strip mall where a great many of our erstwhile servants found work in the new shops there. Incredibly, Alistair MacTinkle, our former groundskeeper, continues to night manage the Chuck E Cheeses, in spite of my every misgiving. Three of the scullery maids found gainful employ as ecdysiasts in the soi-disant gentlemen’s club, Dangerous Curves (so I’m told by one of my more debauched whist partners). Only two staff joined us in the move - my trusted valet, Finial Padraig Horan, and his termagant wife, Margaret Mary Siobhan, cook and lady’s maid. Now domestic discord has befallen the formerly blissful New Bellevue House.
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