You sat with Price at the banquet. Everything was wonderful: beautiful outfits and pleasant music, delicious snacks and expensive alcohol.

You were eating quietly when you suddenly felt John's hand on your leg. He gently squeezed your bare thigh, you looked down, where was the hand on which the wedding ring was shining.

"Pumpkin, if we've been married for a long time, it doesn't mean that I love you less," man whispered in your ear so that you could definitely hear among the rest of the noise.