Season One - Chapter Six
It began, as most domestic tragedies do, with Derek discovering his reflection.
“Has anyone else noticed,” he said from the bathroom doorway, “that I am devastatingly handsome?”
Richard didn’t even look up from his laptop. “We noticed. We just hoped you’d stop announcing it.”
Ricky appeared behind Derek with a face mask smeared across his cheeks like war paint. “He’s not wrong though. The lighting in there is divine. I look like an influencer before the scandal.”
Richard sighed. “It’s nine in the morning.”
“Beauty never sleeps,” Ricky said.
“Neither does narcissism,” Richard muttered.
Derek stepped fully into the lounge, wrapped in a towel that did nothing for modesty. “We need mirrors in every room.”
“What we need,” Richard said, “is restraint.”
Ricky nodded solemnly. “And maybe a ring light.”
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