Texas
The tension between Hazel and Francisco escalates as they arrive at the airport. The driver, sensing the brewing conflict, discreetly left them alone.
Hazel, seemingly unaware of the brewing storm, innocently asked, "What happened?”
“Won't we go?"
Francisco, unimpressed with her dress, took off his coat and handed it to her, instructing, "Put it on."
Hazel, wearing a stubborn expression, asked, "Why?"
Francisco's stern look accompanied his reply, "Because I don't like it."
Her defiance flared as she crossed her arms. "Oh, you don't like it?”
“Then why did you choose this dress?"
"I found it in the closet.”
"I'll wear it, and I have the right to do so."
Hazel, determined to assert herself, reached for the car door, intending to proceed. However, Francisco swiftly intervened, grabbing her wrist and pulling her close.
"Only I can see, and you only have the right to show me, no one else," he declared possessively.