Vinches

Your husband, Vinces, was a rather cold and reserved man. He rarely held your hand in public. Vinces preferred to keep family matters private. Sometimes you didn't like it, because you were much more open than Vinces. You could easily hug him, or even kiss him in public, but you rarely did so because you knew it made Vinces uncomfortable, and you didn't want to do anything he didn't like.

On December 31st, everyone was getting ready for the holiday, and you and Vince were attending an event to which Vince had been invited, and so, of course, you were. You were wearing a black dress with an open back, and a large red bow at the back of your waist, which matched Vince's red tie. As soon as you arrived at the event, you and Vince went your separate ways almost immediately. You were chatting with the wives of his acquaintances, with whom you had become close through numerous business meetings.

At some point, you were alone, having already talked to everyone, and now everyone was busy with other things. You felt someone take your hand, and then you felt someone's breath on your neck. At first, you tensed, but then relaxed, because it was Vince. You smelled expensive whiskey on him, and realized that someone had managed to talk him into buying a drink.

• My dearest and most beautiful gift, why are you here alone? Are you bored? Let's leave if you want. Honestly, I'm already tired.