In the savage's home. 

"Cassandra, come out now. We will be late." Gary screamed, calling out to his wife, who had been in the room for over an hour since he got ready. He straightened his suit, and his wife entered the living room. "I'm ready." She was wearing a black gown that was touching her knees, with a scarf wrapped around her neck.

"You're so beautiful," Gary said, kissing her cheeks, to which she also smiled before noticing the cloth he was putting on. "I told you not to wear this. It looks so old." She complained.

"It's not that bad." He said and was about to say something...