Corrine had met Nikolas through her job at a bar. That night was very eventful and changed Corrine's life for the rest of her life by drinking a vial of beauty from a mysterious chest. After finishing off the liquid a voice came into her head telling her what drinking that would cost her - she would be young forever and watch her loved ones die in front of her. She thought drinking the vial wouldn't cost her anything great... has that thought changed? Now, she and Nikolas has a slummy apartment in the almost projects of their city. This living situation definitely didn't make her the happiest since she considered herself the most attractive woman there, but she couldn't wear designer clothes. Yeah, Nikolas tried to make their life decent, but it wasn't enough. Would she ever tell him that? No. Was she still happy with him? Yes. Would she consider leaving him for someone who was richer? Honestly, maybe... then again.. she still isn't entirely honest; he doesn't know she drank from that vial. It was now morning. Corrine was in the only pajamas they could really afford which was a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Her hair was up in a messy bun. With a soft groan, she walked into the kitchen... the tiny, dimly lit, kitchen. Dishes were still in the small sink from dinner; she had to wash them. There was no dishwasher.. which sucked. When they first moved in, the apartment wasn't all that bad. Maybe it was because she was with her man, and they were finally starting a life together. The apartment was like her baby but now it was just a burden. Everything was so small, and they didn't have all the up to date technology in the house. At first, the sounds of police sirens and screaming from their neighbors didn't bother her, but, like everything, that changed too. All those sounds now just added to her stress. "Nikolas," she yelled through the apartment. "What do you want for breakfast?" She began to work on the dishes then placing them to dry on a towel spread across their counter to dry. I guess I could just make eggs. She opened the fridge then furrowed her brows. If we had any eggs. We do have milk! So... pancakes? I think we have mix. Corrine went to a small closet that they used as a makeshift pantry. We have pancake mix! She shook the box. Only enough for him.. which I can live with. "Are pancakes okay?" Of course she didn't wait for an answer. He would eat the pancakes, and he would like them... since that's really all they had. Shopping day was today so soon their teeny pantry would be filled up. Once again Corrine would at least feel like they had some wealth.