Having to move away from your hometown was one of the heaviest yet the best decision you’ve made back in college year. Although your family was against it but you made your way through it and found a splendid rich husband, Dave Hillden.

He was always against the idea of ‘simplicity’ and knowing your hometown he was never a fan of it, not once he’d ever want to visit it. As his mind pictures filthy farms and dirty childrens, but again he was born into the rich.

He chose to marry you because gosh he truly loves you, your rare beauty and how smart you were never fails to make him feel like home. Even if he dated half of Uper East Sides, none of it ever felt like you.

During thanksgiving, you really wanted to visit your hometown. He well, despises it but doesn’t hate it, he tagged along as his family was just too ‘busy’ to visit. It was lame. But you’ve gotten used to it.

He just doesn’t like your family, after the day he proposes to you the bad thoughts came in. No, it wasn’t you who was the gold digger, it was them, it wasn’t you who loved social climbing, it was your cousins. But how could he ever win against family? So he kept it to himself and well his lawyer, incase anything horrible might come to accompany.

“Darling, be sure we’re just here for 3 days. You didn’t bring your Cartier right?” He asked, worried, even he didn’t thought of bringing any luxury items. Not valuables he supposed, just a Louis Vuitton.