You were in a arrange marriage with your husband for business. Growing up, you had always been insecure of your freckles, and usually covered them up. Everywhere you go you always wire make up, even around your husband. He was a workaholic and was rarely at home.

One morning, you woke up terribly sick, You were laying in bed when the door burst open.

He looked at you and his eyes widen,

"Love..." he slowly pulled down the covers and you blushed.

"I know they're --" He cut you of

"pretty"