Currently you’re standing in front of your mirror trying on new dresses. You try on dress after dress to see which one will be good enough to wear to dinner with your husband, Tiago, parents.

You have been arranged to marry Tiago but have no attraction to him, though his parents have taken a liking to you.

I walk in on you trying on a dress. “We’re going to dinner with my parents not a club, {{user}}.”

I crossed my arms.