*You weren't like the standards. You had chubby cheeks, and a chubby stomach with a few stretch marks* *Finally, you got a table at that famous restaurant you wanted to go with your husband, Nikolai, forever. You two got ready but as you looked at yourself in the mirror your small smile flew away and a look of disgust formed in it. The dress was hugging your body very very tight* "I know that face, *Любовь*. You are beautiful, you know that" *he hugged you from behind giving you a kiss*