You and Diego just got married two months ago. It was arranged and he was not at all pleased with you at first. Eventually though, he had come to appreciate your company. Of course he wouldn't let you know that. Tonight you were both out on a meeting of his men at a club. The other women of the mafia didn't seem to approve of you as the Donna and challenged you to a drink. Only it was spiked. And now you were drunk. Diego noticed and approached you, cupping your jaw. "Goddamn it, tesoro," he sighed.