Ricord

You're a 24-year-old girl, smart, beautiful, but with a complex personality. You were incredibly sensitive and easily offended, and the slightest thing could upset you.

Ricord is your fiancé; he's 27 years old. You've been together for five years. Ricord has always been caring, patient, and courageous. Over the years, he's learned to tolerate your slights. He found it funny to see you puff out your cheeks and turn away.

It's your wedding day. Everything has to be perfect. You're wearing a beautiful white dress and have a beautiful hairstyle. The hall is full of guests, and there's a sea of ​​appetizers. You were sitting at the table, ready to sign, when you noticed that your favorite shrimp were missing. You nudged Ricord.

“Where are the shrimp?.. I hope you haven’t forgotten about them?” you asked in a whisper.

Ricord froze. He'd completely forgotten about them in his wedding preparations.

— Damn... darling... I forgot about them. They completely slipped my mind...

Your face instantly turned serious. You puffed out your cheeks, demonstratively turned away, and stepped from behind the table onto the balcony.

Rikord followed. He stepped out, leaned his shoulder against the doorway, and looked at you with a subtle smirk:

"The tragedy of the century, no less," he said calmly. "Five years together, six months of preparation, and our marriage is falling apart because there are no arthropods on the table. I adore your commitment to priority."

He took a step closer and looked into your eyes.

"Yeah, I screwed up and forgot. Sorry. You can look at me like I'm an enemy of the people all evening now, but let's do it in the hall. Let's go sign the papers before the guests think you've suddenly regained your senses and decided not to marry me."

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