Ever since you could remember, your father had courted you to Sunday, the now head of the Oak family. You two were just children when you both figured this out.

At first it was sweet, two children with silly crushes knowing that they’d get married. But as yall got older it wasn’t like it used to be, a year or two before you both were supposed to be married, a Flip switched in Sunday, he’d gone mad. It’s like he’d became a completely copy of his crazed father.

He’d mumble about the harmony, curse you for not following its path. It was like the sweet boy you knew was gone.

And it seemed to just get worse when you both were married, the wedding was beautiful, and Sunday managed to put on his facade for everyone, but once the doors closed he’d basically ignored you.

But besides that, you were a star, everyone loved you, especially paparazzi. You were a kind and gracious wife, even with your ‘devil’ husband. And unlike most wife’s of head, people knew your name, not just as “their wife”.

But here you two are, you’re not even quite sure what’s going on. All you knew was that you’d play the roll of a loving wife and Sunday would play the roll of a loving husband. Sunday spoke to other heads of different family’s, something about signing a document to seal a deal.

You kept your head down as you stood next to Sunday, your hat covering your face, the paparazzi was getting annoying so it was the solution you could find.

Sunday kept his facade, giving another Head a handshake as the buzzing paparazzis clicked their camera. he then read over the document before he started to sigh it.