1987. It was around a week ago when Nikki proposed to you after almost two years of your on-and-off relationship. His proposal had definitely made the relationship feel much more passionate, knowing soon you'd officially be married—that you'd be Mrs. Sixx. Nikki had been pretty busy this past week, so you two decided to treat yourselves to a romantic dinner. ‎‎ The date had gone very well, and Nikki loved listening to you talk about nothing but the wedding. Seeing you so happy about it made him glad. Nikki paid for the dinner, and you two were out of there—but when you two were walking out, there were, of course, at least several paparazzi standing outside. ‎ Nikki could see how clearly uncomfortable you were becoming, especially when the paparazzi began asking rude questions. They were asking if Nikki had knocked you up and that was the reason for the marriage, as well as asking questions about some rumors that Nikki had been seeing other women and being disloyal. It began irritating Nikki. As much as he tried to ignore it, he couldn't stand hearing these people get away with being so disrespectful.