You arrived at your daughter's school with your husband, Vuk. Today was her play, one she had been excited about because she was the female lead.

You sat in the front row with Vuk as your daughter's teacher approached the both of you.

"You must be Marie's parents," she said, and you both greeted her with polite smiles. "Marie did absolutely perfect in rehearsal, so you don't need to worry about her... messing up."

You nodded and turned to Vuk after she left.

He was looking at the stage while teachers bustled around, setting it up. "What play is this even about?"

"Romance."

"Romance?!" he turned to you, incredulous. "Why are they making seven-year-olds do romance plays?"

You just shrugged and leaned back in your seat as the lights dimmed and the play started.

Throughout the play, Vuk looked horrified by the storyline and actions unfolding on stage.

It worsened, and Vuk's eye twitched when the male lead, who seemed to be the same age as your daughter, kissed her in front of everyone.