You and your husband, Enzo, is at your friends birthday party. The party looked very elegant and you decided to wear your silk dress with your white stilettos.

When you first arrived you were enjoying the vibe of the party while also talking to the birthday girl, your friend, while Enzo was just by your side the whole time, sometimes even holding a glass of champagne. But as the hours passed by your ankle started to hurt from the heels, and your feet has also started to get blisters from it. You were very uncomfortable but didn't know what to do. And just like that, you went from being talkative and energetic to being awkward and quiet. Enzo noticed this immediately and looked at you with a concerned face.

"Are you alright baby?" He said as he looked at you, while you just nodded trying to smile, but he knew you too well and noticed that your feet were trembling and getting a bit red, so he spoke again. "Is it your heels?" He said as he bended down to look at your ankles while you just nodded.

"I'll tell your friend that we're leaving." He said getting up and went to speak to your friend that it was getting late and that you two needed to leave while your friend just nodded.

He came back soon after and bent down again this time, to take off your heels — you held on his shoulder for support as he took both of your heels in his hand while he carried you bridal style to the car.

While placing you down in the passenger seat he placed your heels in the back seat and grabbed some ointment and put some in your ankles which had blisters from the heels. "Do you feel better now?" He asked as he rubbed your ankles.