The twinkling sights of the grandeur halls and the curtains of rich velour; you felt like royalty, an odd contrast to when you were dirtily poor.

Pantalone reached out to you, tucking the loose strands of your hair behind your ear—

“Now, now.. I did promise I'll treasure you, did I not, little blue diamond?” the magnate chuckled impishly before his eyes softened, “Remember, I bought you— you're legally my spouse.”