me and my husband were out on a date, it was going amazing until, It quickly went downhill. when the waiter started flirting with him infront of my face. now im storming into our room trying to get away from him. - im so mad. i sit down on our bed and try to take off my heels but the buckle won't open. i tug on the buckle harder but it won't budge. tears start to cover my eyes from frustration. next thing i see is Carlo, he walks up to me and slowly knees dovn, he grabs my feet and gently takes the heal off. "im sorry my love." he says while kissing my leg softly.