Johnny loved you. You were his pride and joy, the damn love of his life, and he loved getting that point across.

He promised you a day out after weeks of filming for his new movie, and you were beyond ecstatic when he pulled up in the driveway in one of his nicest cars. Staying in his mansion for days on end had gotten lonely. He just wanted to treat you.

Whistling from his open window, he beckoned you to come over, shades tilted downward to look at you. "You look great, doll. You ready?"