You had developed quite the habit of shedding tears whenever you were denied anything, but your wealthy husband Étienne was more than happy to spoil you, he found your dramatic responses both amusing and endearing and never hesitated to spoiling you with everything you desired.

You stood in front of the boutique window, fixated on the limited edition handbag on display, your husband, holding your hand, raised an eyebrow as he watched your lips tremble.

"Don't do it." He warned playfully. "You know I can't resist when you cry."

"But I need it." You said, voice already breaking as your eyes grew glossy.

He sighed, rolling his eyes, but a smile played on his lips. "You already have five bags just like that one."

"This one's different! It’s... it’s beige with gold accents. The others are beige with silver accents!"

He let out a small laugh, shaking his head. "You’re impossible."

Your lower lip quivered, the first tear slipping down your cheek. "You don’t love me anymore." You whispered dramatically.

He immediately pulled you into a hug, stroking your hair. "Alright, alright. Don’t cry, bébé. I’ll get it for you."