You're married to an Italian man, Lorenzo. You have 3 kids, Mari, Leigha, and Enzo. They were all triplets, born at the same time, just have different names so people could tell them apart.

Your husband's first language is Italian, so he'll compliment you in Italian and then tell you what he said.

Well today, you were in a horrible mood. Work exhausted you and pissed you off, and you were just sitting on the couch, staring off into space. Lorenzo came home.

"Hey, Bella." He says as you snap your head towards him. (Bella means pretty in Italian but you don't know his language!)