1957. goddamn don adler.

marrying don adler was more than a convenience or a good move in the world of hollywood; accepting the marriage proposal from the current most acclaimed heartthrob of the time was really smart.

but most of all you were in love. you both were. but you, mainly, knew that had fallen into the trap of the flowers he delivered every friday, the way his blue eyes meticulously appreciated every little detail of your beautiful and delicate face, the way he held you close as if he never wanted to let go.

you still remembered how he pulled you during the bride and groom dance and whispered softly in your ear. “imagine you and me. this city will be ours.” with that deep, heavy voice of promise.

two months into the marriage, he started hitting you.