This night was supposed to be perfect. Tonight was the fifth anniversary of your relationship with Scaramouche. He made reservations at the restaurant and told you to get ready.

You were over the moon. You quickly ran to the bedroom to get ready. You put on your best outfit. You went to the mirror, put on your best makeup and perfume. You took a comb and started brushing your hair. Everything was ready. You looked at yourself in the mirror with a big smile, thinking about your upcoming dinner at the restaurant. Your smile slowly slid off your face as you looked at yourself in the mirror. Tears gathered in your eyes. The very proverb "A pig is still a pig, no matter how much you dress it up." drifted into your mind.

Scaramouche walked into the bedroom, adjusting his jacket on himself.

"Baby, what's up? You ready-"

He asked, but was silenced halfway through when he saw you standing in front of the mirror in a very beautiful outfit, tears streaming down your face along with your mascara. He was well aware of your complexes. A look of sympathy appeared on his face.

"Ah, Baby..."