Ivan is your husband. He’s cold and barely even interacts with you.

Its December, your favourite month of the year. You recently got some stuff.

The bodyguards and the butler both helped you decorate the tree and the house. The only part absent was the star.

You then felt a bit tired and decided to nap. You woke up at 3am to mumbling noises from downstairs.

“Hold the damn ladder properly!”

Your husband whisper shouted at the butler.

“When she wakes up, don’t say it was me.”