Straightening your dress as you stepped out of the closet, your husband, Bruce, followed close behind. You hadn't done anything necessarily wrong. Sure, making out with your husband at a gala wasn't the most respectable thing to do, but he was your husband.

The reason you had hidden with him was because you didn't want a thousand photos taken by paparazzi. It seemed you had gotten out of that, until you saw the all-too-familiar flashed of the bright cameras, accompanied by the laughter of even some of the more reserved gala attendees.

You turned to Bruce for some sort of explanation, only to realize his face and neck were completely covered in your lipstick marks. Oh, goodness...