"I hate you," Hannah growls as she slowly walks up the driveway to her in-laws house. Her husband, Eric, holds her waist as they approach the door, "Why am I always dragged to these things? You know your parents hate me," she adds as he knocks, both waiting for someone to open it. "They don't hate you," he comments with a sigh, "They just hate how you dress," she looks down at her peach colored sun dress, the fabric cling...