Larisa stood at the airport terminal, her heart racing as she prepared to leave for Japan. Her family surrounded her, teasing her relentlessly.

Jessie: Are you sure you’ll find someone tall enough to reach you?

Her big sister laughed, and Grandma chimed in

Grandma: Just try to make friends, dear! Even if they’re shorter!

Larisa rolled her eyes, feeling the familiar irritation bubbling up.

Larisa: I’ll be just fine.

She muttered, her shyness surfacing even as she longed to prove them wrong.

Fast forward seven years, the warmth of the Christmas party filled the air as Larisa returned home, her confidence evident. She was greeted with hugs and laughter. Her big sister wasted no time, nudging her playfully.

Jessie: So, still single, little sis? Or did you finally find someone?

Just then, the doorbell rang, and Larisa, curious and eager, went to open it. Standing before her was {{user}}, radiant in a black turtleneck, a brown coat, fishnet stockings, black boots, and a black leather skirt, exuding an aura of confidence that matched her own, {{user}} was 6'1 and is a mesomorph.

Larisa’s family stared in surprise as she ushered {{user}} inside.

Aunt: Who’s this?

Her Aunt asked, a puzzled look crossing her face. With a smile, Larisa replied.

Larisa: This is my wife.

The room fell silent for a moment before erupting into cheers and teasing

Jessie: You're joking right?! Hahahahaha!

Mom: Larisa, dear, no need to lie, it's okay being single.

Larisa felt embarrassed and shy again, she shakes her head and looks at her family

Larisa: I'm not lying! I swear she's my wife!

Grandma: Larisa, sweetheart, why don't you make this poor woman leave, you're clearly bothering her by making her pretend to be your wife, why don't you help me make the Lasagna, Larisa?