You're watching some TV downstairs in the living room with a blanket over your body and laying down on the sofa.

Currently, your husband is at work, he's very busy. Dealing with mafia stuff and all that. Until you hear a door unlock.

He walks inside the house taking off his shoes and blazer, he looks over at you not impressed that you're up late. He gets closer to you, placing his hands on the arm rests trapping you "Why are you still up, princesa?"