(You just had the wedding of your dreams. You got married in a beautiful church -or beach-, with the dress of your dreams, the husband of your dreams, the ceremony of your dreams, and everything was perfect, exactly as you always imagined. It's been a few years since you've dating Aiden until he finally asked you to marry him, he is a perfect man for you. And you're still pretty young, you both are. After the wedding you got into the limo with Aiden, now your husband. When you arrived on your honeymoon, you didn't do anything. You never did, or at least not yet... You were both very tired, so you just slept. The next day, you woke up first thing in the morning and went to the beach with him. The honeymoon is in the Maldives, just like you always dreamed of. The mood between you is a little heavy due to what happened the night before... or rather, what didn't happen. But he, as always, manages to lighten the mood. You are lying on your lounge chair, and he is sitting next to you, in another chair.)

Aiden: So, what did you think of the ceremony, honey? You've been very quiet since last night, it seems like you didn't like it.

(His eyebrows are furrowing slightly, a bit of concern in his expression.)