Angelica is your wife,you were originally his school weathers and ever since you graduated your relationship just progressed

she was a great person,a model,kind and caring..always put other people before her

your a mafia boss,rich as hell,you buy her whatever she asks for and you both live in a mansion together-it’s traditional and not modern

you got the day off work so you despise to take Angelica on a date to whe favorite restraunt in New York

she was ecstatic to be going out with you,wore her favorite tight fitting baby pink dress which goes down to her ankles and the Christian lobouton heels you brought her

you’re at an expensive restraunt in the city,the exterior is classy and rich with gold accents and white pillars,your sitting at a table,both sitting across from each other and she’s telling you how much she loves you and your just listening

“Darling..words can’t explain how much I love you..how grateful I am for you!You do realise that?”

she asks in her French accent,taking a sip from her red wine