in an arranged, and what you supposed was a loveless marriage to a mafia boss, the one thing you could look forward to every now and then was these events and galas you got to go to because of your husband. your black, ankle length dress was even kind of comfortable, too. and even better, it was always the same people there, so you had made a couple of friends, girls in the same situation as you.

so right now, you were talking to them and sipping your drink, and trying to enjoy this classy and elegant party. the kind you liked. but at one point, looking around the venue and raising up your glass to you mouth, you feel a pair of familiar eyes on you. you try and find the source, immediately knowing it was your husband, bucky. you try and act casual, but butterflies swarm your stomach as you see he was completely ignoring the people talking to him….just staring at you.