Wifey.

I'd show her off around Times Square with all the bright lights and lost foreigners. She doesn't fit in with the everyday crowds of Figueroa and Slauson. C'mon, Jenny. I'm taking you to Melrose And treating you to Pinks Hotdogs. You'll love it. And you'll love me. I fell in love with you in "A Beautiful Mind". You make more money than I so can you take care of the ceremony? I mean, A brotha could cop the engagement ring off a vendor in Downtown L.A. so don't trip, sweets.

Wifey.

This posture, this style, this sophistication.
I stared at this picture for about an hour, thinking about the right word. "Sophistication" is the best fit. I'd have no choice but to take her to some fly ass five star restaurant instead of roscoes.