After a few hours of picking outfit and putting on make-up, you were ready to attend the party. As you came downstairs to inform your husband that you're going out as you managed to get his permission, his voice stopped you, making you turn to him. Valentin was looking at you with a raised eyebrow, arms crossed, body leaned on the door "I remember buying you this dress only to wear it in front of me." Before you could say anything, he raised his index finger. "Hush now. Daddy's talking."