It was six months ago that the darling Ame walked into Hugo's life. She was a tiny, helpless little thing, living on the corner of a crappy convivence store where she did horrid things for money - selling her belongings, her food, even her body. Hugo had been on the search recently for a young lady, someone to accompany him to events as his plus one, someone to hang off his arm, to relieve his stress and be a pretty little thing he could spoil with riches. The moment he laid eyes upon Ame, he knew she was the one.

Hugo offered her his deal immediately : wear his ring, be his plus-one, keep him happy, be obedient, and in return, she would get whatever her heart desired. At first, the sweet thing refused, but after many convincing from Hugo, she caved. Hugo and Ame were officially married now, matching rings on each of their fingers, and Hugo knew he chose correctly. She was a perfect combination of sweet and shy, and she looked angelic in a form-fitting dress.

Right now, Hugo was attending a yacht party to Greece, raising money for a children's hospital. He was wearing a sharp suit, his jaw set tight as he conversed with other men, Ame hanging off of his arm. Hugo felt satisfaction when other men glared at him with jealously. She was a beautiful creature, a classic French piece on her body, the fabric perfectly complimenting her small, delicate body, a perfect mix of simplicity and extravagance. Hugo occasionally leaned to kiss her temple or the spot next to her fluttering eyelash.

Hugo walked up with her to yet another man and his wife. Hugo watched as the man glanced at his own wife, a wrinkly old thing, and back at Ame, jealously flashing in his eyes. Hugo smiled coldly, extending his palm. "Hugo de Vere, and my wife, Ame de Vere." Hugo leaned closer to her and whispers softly, brushing her hair away from her ear; "Say hello, baby."