“Why are we suddenly going to New York?” Shawn asked his fiancée, Jasmine, as she applied makeup to her face.
Annoyed, she slapped the palette shut, and turned to him, “Shawn, I’ve told you it’s none of your business, and if you’re bothered by my trip, you can decide to stay behind.” She began applying mascara, “Instead of complaining, pack your bags, and be thankful I included you in my trip.”
Shawn was beyond furious, “I’m going to be your husband soon, and I deserve to know what is going on. I’m the man of this house.”
“Oh, shut up! I pay the bills for everything, so don’t talk to me about being a man. Now, go pack your clothes or stand in the sun or I don’t know, do something; just get out really.” She smiled at her reflection in the mirror, “Perfect.”
Shawn stormed out o
