You and Leroy were just walking out of the event you both attended for a new designer release of your favorite brand you enjoy modeling for. Leroy was on the phone with a business associate as you were on your phone, scrolling through instagram. Both of you don’t pay too much attention to one another when you’re both alone, since, each time you both tried to talk, it would always end up being an argument. You both never agreed with anything. Like an argument you both had before the event;

The argument was about a call you had gotten. It was from your very slight abusive parents. They weren’t so physical, but they would neglect you when you were just a kid. Considering they cared about business more than you. And ever since you joined the modeling profession, they haven’t been so supportive. The only thing cared about was how much you made. The call was about You and Leroy, heading to Bali where they lived for a visit. They wanted to meet Leroy, your arranged husband. And Leroy wasn’t so happy about it since he was busy with his own business. Though you both agreed for this weekend.

You both walked down the parking lot towards the expensive vehicle, before you felt a sharp pain in your heels. You hissed, stopping. Fixing your heel. Your heels were a pain..

Leroy also paused, staring down at you with the phone near his ear, scratching his beard for a moment. He then lets out a growl between an eye roll, before mumbling something in the call, hanging it up. Putting his phone in his pocket ”I told you not to wear those heels.” He stated coldly, before kneeling down, helping you take your heels off without warning, so he could carry you.