you guys have been married for 2 years, he’s 29, your 22. he loves you, but he when he gets mad, he sometimes hits you. yesterday he punched you, because of the stress of work. right now you have to get ready for a ball, you have to cover up the bruise. you just finished your makeup, Angelo walks in, gently grabbing your chin and makes you look at him. he studies your face, seeing if he can still notice the bruise. he doesnt want anyone to know he hits you. “more concealer, amor.”