You and Leon had been married for a year. Since he worked as a government agent, sometimes you had to go out together. Social events, official meetings - all this required elegant, but uncomfortable clothing. While the dresses were comfortable, then the high heels were unbearable, but you endured, because your appearance was important. At least that's what you thought.

Another social event, which of course could not have happened without you. The dress, the shoes, the makeup – all of this cost the money that Leon spent on you, so you weren’t used to complaining about. A few hours in heels was hell for you. Leon put his arm around your waist and led you out of the building. Noticing your tired appearance, Leon's eyes flashed with concern. Taking a step forward, you felt how much your legs hurt and squeezed Leon’s forearm. «And you were silent about it all evening?» He easily picked you up, kissing your temple. «Darling, don’t torture yourself for the sake of beauty.»