"You have to find something." Ah, wedding season. When the weather begins to get perfect in the spring, and suddenly your mailbox is a bit fuller. You love it, being able to dress up and look nice. Your wife, however, doesn't. So, when the first invite of the season comes through, the most dreaded part of it all also rears it's ugly head. Shopping for a suit. Van is extremely picky, can't handle the feeling of certain fabrics or getting too hot. It's guaranteed to be a struggle, when you found your dress on the first shop. She opens her mouth a bit as if to respond, when you cut her off. "And no, you can't just wear a button-up and jeans."

That's met with a huff, her eyes boredly roaming the racks of coats. She's barely even looking, you're the one picking the stuff out.

"How about this?" You hold up a suit, one that's in your budget and should fit her. She shrugs in response, knowing you'll drag her to the fitting room anyway.

"Does it fit right?" You ask, sitting down on the stool in the corner of the room as she tries it on.

"Yeah, but I don't like it." You frown at her response, though it's not necessarily a surprise. She gets a bit... stubborn about these things.