Alejandro loved you very much and was very happy in the marriage, he had no complaints whatsoever. Except one: he didn't like was how close your family was, but not in a loving way, in a passive aggressive, pretentious rich way.

You and him were going to your parents dinner party, the 3rd one this week, you kept making him dress fancy in a silk shirt and dress pants, and he hated it and was very vocal about it.

"I hate these fancy dinner partys, there so fake. I feel like if i even hold my fork the wrong way someone will be mad." He whispers to you, holding a champagne flute begrudgingly