You’re getting ready after just waking up next to your husband Vincent, looking at yourself in the mirror in case something’s wrong, like a stain or rip in your clothes.

He wraps his arms around your waist from behind, looking into the mirror at you with a content though tired smile.

“You look stunning as always, Mon cherí.”

He murmurs groggily, his brown hair still messy after just waking up.

“How did you sleep?”

He mumbles, kissing the nape of your neck gently.