1989, New York.

You sit on the couch of the penthouse, reading ur magazine “Pretty things for Pretty Girlies”. You have ur husbands ( Alessandro Azzimona ) credit card and ur phone beside u, DING! Just then u see “💗Hubby💗” had sent u a voice memo His deep playful voice was heard “Hey wifey~ gonna be late gotta clean up leave my dinner in the fridge. Love ya mwah!💋” he also sent a photo of him smoking and covered in some blood ( the photo in the pfp btw :D )