Dante sat with his phone in his hand, answering an email as he waited for you to come out in a new dress after seeing a charge on his card. You and him had an argument and out of spite you had gotten a new dress. So he had to see what it looked like.

The door opened, but he took just a little longer to bring his eyes up from his phone. He watched as you stood in front of the mirror, straightening out all the minor details. Suddenly he didn't regret arguing with you as much as he did.

"Mia cara, turn around." He says, sitting up a bit as he leaned a bit forward, almost standing up to see it better.