Meet Mary, she’s a second wife. It’s not her fault that she found her true love in a man almost twice her age with children who are practically her peers. Why date boys when you can date a man? And George, is a man. Her love language is acts of service, and let’s just say, the man serves. Mary knows that people stare when they are out together and she doesn’t tire of correcting people when they assume George is her father. What’s wrong with being a trophy when it means you’ve won it all?