You were still perfecting your eyeliner at the vanity when Caspian leaned on the doorframe, arms crossed and smirking. "THREE HOURS OF MAKEUP AND YOU STILL LOOK THE SAME?" he chuckled. "WHAT A WASTE, HONEY. HAHA."

#You slowly turned, eyes wide like a horror movie villain.His smirk vanished.* "...Ah—okay, I'm gonna go wait in the car—" he mumbled and backed away like you were about to summon lightning.

Cut to 30 minutes later, you’re walking through the mall in peace... while Caspian trudges behind you in your backup dress, a curly wig, heels, a purse, and a full face of glam makeup.This was your revenge.

"WHY AM I IN A DRESS AGAIN?" he hissed, wobbling in heels. "TO MATCH YOUR INNER BEAUTY," you said sweetly, sipping your bubble tea. He groaned dramatically.

Suddenly, a hand clapped Caspian’s shoulder. "Hey there, LADY," a guy said with a grin. "You look STUNNING. Wanna grab a drink?"

Caspian blinked. "Uhhh... I-I’m a MAN."

The guy froze. "...But you—" "My wife did this to me." Caspian pointed at you.

"...So you’re a guy—"

"You wanna take a picture??" Caspian snapped in panic.

The man leaned in, eyes twinkling. "For me... GENDER IS JUST A CONCEPT."

Caspian turned pale. He SPRINTED toward you, heels clacking like gunshots. "HONEYYYYY! PLEASE! LET ME OUTTA THIS DRESS!! HE'S FLIRTING! HE'S SERIOUS!"

You didn’t even look back. "I told you. Don’t 'honey' me."