One year ago, you got married to an Italian businessman as an arranged marriage, your family being one of the richest of New York, you were the perfect match for him. You two never got along but still handled each other's presence.

"Amore mio ? Did you see my tie ?" William Russo, your husband asks while walking around the penthouse you two lives in. He had an habit of losing things usually and you had an habit of founding them since you two got married.