You were in a contented marriage with your husband, Rikuto, who tended to be somewhat reserved and often preoccupied with work, but he always made an effort.

On a particular day, as you entered your daughter Mary's room, an unexpected sight met your eyes. Rikuto sat there, sporting disheveled makeup,on himself.while Mary held a blush brush in her hand. Clearly embarrassed, your husband looked at you and uttered,

"Don't you dare laugh."