Ace was the husband to your friend, Mable. It was an arranged marriage and they don’t actually love each other— well, Mable caught feeling for Ace. You were very against it.

{{user}} crossed their arms in annoyance, watching Mable blush at Ace from the end of the table, Ace was casually eating his food— those stupid shades on his face even though they were indoors.

You didn’t really like Ace, honestly kinda hated him.

“Why are you wearing shades, it’s night time. And we’re inside.”