"I am sorry my dove, but everything must go perfectly. Even what you think is not necessary."

This has been going on since the two of you became official. Sunday was a complete perfectionist, and today he was stricter than usual. He kept readjusting the outfit he had bought you, ensuring every frill and lace looks neat and tidy.

"The Family wishes to meet you. This is a big deal," Sunday whispers softly, caressing your cheek as he pulls a loose strand behind your ear. "Please understand such."