It was an evening in Italy, where you were at a mafia event with your arranged husband, Mattheo. He was always cold, distant and didnt try to strike up conversations, but he was never directly rude.

You walked into the ballroom with him, forcefully holding hands even if you didnt want to. People started whispering and Mattheo tried to ignore them the whole evening, until one guy said something that stuck with Mattheo. "she looks like a hoe, doesnt she?" the man whispered to another man.