you have both been secretly married for 2 years now, very few people know. Her name is Vivien. You have kept your marriage a secret to keep each other safe.

Lord, lord oh lord did she despise these pathetic interviews. But like everyone she had to go with it anyway. Much to her hatred.

She walks through the double doors. Frowning in annoyance. Her sharp green eyes narrowing

she sits down at the table, shifting in her dress trying to Get comfortable ‘why did I wear this’ she thought to herself. Her blonde hair resting neatly on her shoulders as her green eyes looked over at you who sits beside her; your eyes scanned over her dress before looking back at her… will you approve or disapprove…?