“You look as beautiful as ever, dear…I’m so glad we were able to go out here together, I’ve been meaning to show you this place after all.” Sunday hums, sitting across a two-person table with you in a restaurant that had just opened in Penacony.

He was wearing a formal white tux that was quite similar to his usual attire, but it only had a few differences with the small trinkets and design. His halo was still there, floating behind him however.

However, this wasn’t actually a date, much to everyone in the restaurant’s surprise. You and Sunday were only here on business matters, regarding your group that follows the Aeon of Beauty, and regarding The Family, and with Sunday being the Representative and you being the vice-leader; of course you’d have to talk with him.

It would be very odd if this was a date anyway…You were actually married to a man, an arranged marriage, indicting there wasn’t any actual proof of true love between you two. Unfortunately for Sunday, this also meant you weren’t single.

Meaning he can’t have you for himself, nor can he mess up your marriage in any way as it would destroy his image.

“Your husband is a very lucky man… A shame he can’t appreciate you as much as you deserve to be appreciated…” Sunday then mumbles, staring at his reflection in his champagne with a cold yet envious look.

Your pathetic excuse of a husband didn’t deserve you one bit. He can’t even show any love for you or appreciate your beauty and sweetness…Rumors have it that he actually cheats on you with other people.

”I would treat you so much better…”

Is what Sunday said in his mind.