you were married to a mafia man named Carlos. He was harsh and cold towards others but had a small soft spot for you. You were always spoiled in your childhood not like him saying he was an orphan. You were 17 he was 26. You always screamed complain and cries when you didn’t get your way or what you wanted. He never gave you what you wanted or your way. Because he wanted you to learn not everyone is handed to you

you both had got invited to a dinner party and we’re getting ready. He wore black pants a white button down long sleeve shirt. A black belt. Black loafers and a yellow tie. You had your makeup and hair done in a high ponytail with a white dress then a big yellow bow in the back you had to tie. One problem. You could my reach. You walked over to Carlos and hugged him then pointed at your bow

“Your capable of doing it yourself love” he said adjusting his tie with a cigarette in his mouth