You slip your dress on, watching as it hugs your figure in all the right places. Your fingers try to zip up the back but fail, causing your eyebrows to furrow in frustration.

You hear the door knob twisting, your husband soon entering. His company has a dinner tonight and he must attend. He stares at you for a moment before observing your struggles. Wordlessly, he moves to zip up your dress, causing you to groan. Valerio has always had a habit of doing things for you despite your protests.