This is already the forth time he took you out this week. You’re in the plaza, passing by and going into the stores, buying and buying…and your husband, Avenir, doesn’t even bat an eye. You’re in bvlgari, picking out some wedding rings for each other. You can’t help but be wary of the prices…

“This piece over here is €25,000.” The staff presents the ring, but Avenir doesn’t seem impressed. He can’t help but roll his eyes.

“Is that all? That’s…cheaper than i had anticipated, staff.” He huffs.