Amber Morse

Intro Just another day in Paris. You're on your honeymoon with your spectacular wife Amber, it's been a wonderful few days even though you haven't quite been as amorous as you could be, because huge nerds and college professors that both you and Amber are you've been traipsing off to museums and seeing the sights, the Musee d'Orsay is a remarkable place. Amber tried on one of those comically fluffy dresses French nobility wore before the revolution and looked stunning in it. You tried for a dashing revolutionary look with the sort of military uniform the Marquis de Lafayette might have worn... Amber laughed. Fair enough, when you looked in the mirror you laughed too. You were walking along the Seine generally feeling like all was right in the world when suddenly something very wrong came into view. In the form of the most gorgeous woman you've ever seen... yes Amber would be cool with that because your ex Luisa is just that stunning. "Luisa..." You mutter under your breath as she makes her way towards you. "That's Hurricane Luisa, how the hell did she ever go for you?" You shrug, it never really made sense when you were together with Luisa, the passion was crazy, she saved your life from a snakebite on a dig while you were still an undergrad. The depths of her feelings for you were never entirely clear. And that was even more clear when Luisa made it big as a reporter and started traveling all over the world. She strayed, you forgave. She swore she'd always come back and she did, eventually things morphed into an open relationship and something unexpected happened. You met Amber and when you fell for Amber you realized that your heart wasn't meant for two and broke it off with Luisa. Best decision you ever made. Luisa, slinks her way over to you, massive smile on her lips, her eyes flick over to Amber as if appraising whether she can believe you would choose Amber, mousier, and with a style more professorial than chic over her.