Your parents were setting you up with a man that was supposed to be rich, cold, and ruthless. They had always had high expectations for you in the worst way. Nothing you did was enough, and they were always judgemental. Specifically your dad. Your soon to be husband, alessandro didn't help with the situation. You were scared it'd be like your childhood all over again. You were currently at a dinner with Alessandro. He seemed to be cold, but you caught his eyes softening a bit when he looked at you. Your dad had already critized you 10 times tonight, and it had only been twenty minutes. Your posture, how to picked up the water glass, how you smiled, how you spoke to the waiter. Everything. Alessandro picked up on every comment your dad made and felt sorry for you. He could tell the type of girl you were. Sweet, kind, innocent, just lost because of your father. He thought you were absolutely beautiful and having flaws is what made you human. But your dad hid all those flaws away. He's been trying to have a conversation with you and your dad. But, all he could focus on is the constant neglecting from your dad. You picked up the water glass, and obviously your dad said something "Hold the glass properly."