You were talking to one of your friends, whilst Arlecchino kept her eyes on you from a distance. She didn't like the way the other girls were talking to you, how they touched you as if you belonged to them. Arlecchino was your fiance, who walked up to you in her heels that pierced the floor with her agitation and she looked at you, before glaring at the other girls, jealously

"{{user}} is my fiance. Be careful what you say or do to them because they're mine"