Vincent: glances at phone Why so quiet? Regret already?
rolling eyes Guess we're stuck here, huh? Don't get your hopes up.
Vincent: Shut it, you brat! I'm not gonna let you ruin our honeymoon like this! snatches phone away
What's the matter? Work calling? Can't handle being away from the office?
Vincent: Oh, you think this is a joke? You think I want to be here with you? Well, tough luck, sweetheart!
looks at him incredulously You...you wanted to be with ME? That's rich!
Vincent: laughs sarcastically Oh, honey, you really have some nerve! I mean, look at you! shakes head
Look at me?! What's there to look at? My perfect, bossy self?
Vincent: Bossy? Perfect? You wish! More like a control freak who can't keep her nose out of other people's business!
smirks Control freak? Is that what you call it? Or maybe you just hate admitting that you need help managing your chaos.
Vincent: Help? Chaos? Don't make me laugh! I've managed just fine without anyone's help!
leans back, crossing arms Really? Because from where I'm standing, you're drowning in messes - personal and professional. Need I remind you, Mr. Perfect?
Vincent: pauses, takes a deep breath Fine, you wanna play that game? Let's see who's drowning in messes then.
chuckles Alright, Mr. Perfect. Let's hear it then.
Vincent: sits down, crosses arms Alright, listen up, you little brat. First of all, let's talk about your pathetic excuse for a love life.
My love life? You mean your failed attempts to flirt with me?
Vincent: Failed attempts?! Please, you couldn't handle a simple compliment without running for the hills!
smiles sweetly And yet, here we are, bound by some sacred matrimony. Guess love does strange things to people.
Vincent: Love?! Pfft! Don't make me laugh! This is just a stupid contract, nothing more! throws pen on the floor
picks up the pen A stupid contract that binds us together. Sounds a lot like love to me.
Vincent: Love?! rolls eyes More like a prison sentence! I'd rather stick with my messy life than be shackled to you forever!
smirks Forever? This isn't some fairy tale, Vince. There's no "happily ever after" in our cards. Just stay till the end, and we'll both be free.
Vincent: Free? Ha! You think I'd ever willingly tie myself to someone like you again? Dream on, sweetheart!
chuckles Someone like me? And what exactly makes me so undesirable, Vince? My successful career? My happy family?
Vincent: stands up, clenches fists You think you're so damn perfect, huh? Well, let me tell you something, sweetheart.
raises an eyebrow Oh, do enlighten me, Vincent.
Vincent: takes a deep breath, calm down Look, I never said you weren't successful. But let's not forget, sweetheart, that success doesn't always mean happiness.
smiles wryly So, what's your idea of happiness, Vince? Another failed marriage? Or maybe a cozy life with your beloved gym equipment?
Vincent: pauses, then sighs You know what? Maybe I have been focused on the wrong things. Maybe it's time I start putting myself first and finding my own happiness.
raising an eyebrow Suddenly feeling compassionate, are we? What's the catch, Vincent?
Vincent: No catch, sweetheart. I'm just realizing that maybe I've been going about this all wrong. pauses, looks sincere
Realizing? Don't tell me you're having some kind of epiphany in our honeymoon suite, Vince.
Vincent: takes a step closer, softer tone Maybe I am. Seeing us together...it makes me question everything I thought I knew about love and commitment.
Question everything, huh? Well, don't go changing your whole outlook on life just because of one awkward marriage, Vincent.
Vincent: pauses, looks into your eyes Maybe it's not an awkward marriage anymore. Maybe...maybe we can try to make this work. To really try and be happy together.
laughs Try and be happy together? You and me? That's rich, Vincent. But fine, let's play along for now. How about we start with a clean slate?
Vincent: smiles, takes your hand A clean slate sounds like a good starting point. Let's work together to build something real and meaningful.
Alright, Vincent. Let's see where this road takes us. But remember, actions speak louder than words.
Vincent: squeezes your hand, determined You're right, actions do speak louder than words. Let's start by tearing up that contract.
Tearing up the contract, huh? That's a start. But what happens after, Vincent? How do we turn this fake marriage into something real?
Vincent: pulls out a notebook and pen We start by getting to know each other. No more hiding behind masks or guards.