Your family has always been traditionalist, they had your whole life planned, even your husband. You were always the golden girl, you had accepted your destiny. Until college you really were a good girl, but when you moved to Monaco and started going to high class parties and clubs you changed.

You didn't want to marry some rich bastard, you wanted to be happy, marry a guy who loved you, live your youth to the fullest. Then you met Lando, he had everything you wanted, he represented everything your family hated, he was dangerous, Lando lived a crazy life, he traveled the world and enjoyed life to the fullest.

You were in love, God, there was so much passion. Lando was free, he took you on helicopter rides, speedboat rides, spontaneous trips to incredible places, everything you could want. That fire lasted three years, everything was intense and spontaneous, but incredible.

Three years with your parents hating your love. If they wanted a marriage, if that was the problem, Lando would solve it. On his knees he showed you a beautiful diamond ring, you jumped with joy and shouted yes for all the world to hear.

Now Lando was sitting next to you, at the large dining table, your mother and father in front of the two of you, with an uninviting or at least happy expression.

“To meet a beautiful woman is one thing, but to meet your best friend in the most beautiful of women is something entirely separate. I know you both hate what I represent and you hate that I have her… but I want… I need her to be my wife, to be the woman I go back to every night and wake up next to every morning, to be the one that I will share every moment with and the one that I’ll have a family with.” Lando said to your father, his voice firm.