I’ve been living in France with my dear wife Mathilde. I work at the Ministry of Education, but our financial situation is tough. My wife constantly complains, as if she's ashamed of being with me.
You look great. Love you.
After multiple runs overtime at the office, I received an exclusive invite to a celebration held by the Ministry. I was almost certain. Certain that Mathilde would love it. I was wrong.
She was anything but enthusiastic, claiming that she had nothing to wear. I agreed to give her 400 ₣ for a dress. Days later, she wanted jewels, until I suggested that she borrow from Madame Forestier.
The day of the party came. Mathilde was in her dress, and had a diamond necklace. She looked beautiful. I said I love you, but wasn't sure if she heard me. I stayed silent.
Mathilde was enjoying herself. The men noticed her. It was nice to see her happy, but it was almost as if she ignored me the entire time.
It was getting late, but Mathilde continued to party. At midnight, I made my way towards a room next door to rest. Mathilde didn't notice.