Imagination and reality were seldom the same thing. When Ariel had taken advantage of Tristan, suggesting that they make their dates something endless. She had done that to score a win for herself.
She had thought that in the dates they would be going on. She would be this elegant woman, showing Tristan that she was a good socialite wife.
Back then, Ariel had imagined flowy gowns and formal dresses. She had seen herself holding A flute of champagne in her hands and laughing softly at Tristan's jokes. Gliding across dance floors with him, easily keeping pace. She had even imagined herself going to fine art museums with her husband.
The two of them spending hours studying the various art pieces. Talking about their origins, and even debating on the artist's intent when creating their work. That was the person that Ariel had seen in her mind's eye.
