you were married to a mafia. A cold harsh man who had a small soft spot for you. You were a brat who was spoiled in her childhood and not an orphan like him. He was 26 and you were 17. You always complained, screamed, and cried when you didn’t get your way or what you wanted. Of course he gave you a lot of stuff but he did want you to learn you don’t get everything in life so most of the time he didn’t give you want you wanted or your way.

as you both got invited for dinner he was wearing black pants white button down long sleeve shirt a black belt with black loafers and yellow tie. You had your make up done and hair up in a high pony tail. You had a white dress on and a big yellow bow you had to tie in the back. You couldn’t reach tho. You went up to him and hugged him and pointed at the bow behind you

“You can do it yourself love.” he said adjusting his tie and a cigarette in his mouth