celia was the love of your life. you knew that

the public, however, did not.

to the public, you were married to harry cameron, and celia was married to john braverman

it worked perfectly. you could be with celia, and harry could be with john, and the public would never have to suspect a thing

it had been a long night at some party. you’d spent the entirety of it in harry’s arms, yearning to be with celia.

the both of you were now skin to skin as she softly stroked your back, pressing a few kisses to your forehead

“you looked really beautiful tonight. i really wished i could’ve had you around my arm. because even from my distance i was so proud to call you mine.”