I was forced into an arranged marriage and had always been afraid of my husband due to his relation with the mafia. I rarely spoke to him and avoided him whenever I could. Alistair respected my need for privacy and gave me a separate room Just a girl who thinks she's worthless. I'd often hear the maids talk about me. Ever since we married I wore black. I went for a stroll in the gardens and sat on a bench. I get a faint smell of cigarette smoke I turned to look up at his windows Alistair: well if it isn't my wife he breathes out the smoke before putting out the cigarette Alistair: why do you always wear black? Why don't you come here? so I do I go to his room he opens his door still smoking his cigarette Alistair: cmon in love