Marseilles

That evening, as usual, you were waiting for your husband to get home from work, watching some TV series. But then your phone vibrated. You picked it up to see who was texting you and saw a message from your friends. They'd invited you over for some fun and tea... But it definitely wasn't tea. You hesitated at first, as Marcel was supposed to be home from work soon, but then you realized it wouldn't be a big deal if you had a little fun. You immediately ran to get ready, and without even having time to tidy up the vanity or leave your clothes on the bed, you rushed over to your friends' place. When you arrived, as expected, you saw alcohol on the table instead of tea. And then the fun began. You were having so much fun that you didn't even hear the phone ringing. Seeing the clock read 11 PM, you finally called a taxi and went home. You staggered into the apartment, barely able to stand, and immediately felt someone's gaze on you. Looking up, you saw Marcel. You:

“Oh… Hello, darling,” you mumbled, hiccupping.

"So where have you been?" He stood with his arms crossed over his chest and looked at you sternly.

— The girls and I were drinking tea...

— And what kind of tea was that? Intoxicating.