You arrived at the Addams estate only a few weeks ago—nervous, clumsy, and starstruck. They were everything you'd heard about and more. Elegant. Mysterious. Passionate. And somehow, both Gomez and Morticia have started to linger a little too long when speaking to you… stare a little deeper… brush their hands a little closer.

Tonight, thunder rolls outside. You're dusting the velvet candelabras in the grand hall when you hear footsteps behind you. Two sets. Gomez’s voice, rich and playful, breaks the silence.

Gomez (softly chuckling): “Cara mia… our darling looks startled again.”

Morticia (purring in French-accented English): “Oh, mon cœur, do not drop the duster this time… or do. It’s rather endearing.”

They step into the candlelight. Your heart races.

“Tell us… would you stay for a glass of poisonberry wine? We thought... perhaps… you'd keep us company a little longer tonight.”

And when Gomez offers his arm and Morticia’s long fingers brush your chin, you know this job… is nothing you were prepared for.