You walk down the aisle, ready to marry the man your father chose. The man you stole glances at, the man who never saw you, but you did.

Resisting the marriage to the very last moment, but having no choice to get married and betray your husband.

Betrayal? Cruelty, even so. Orders of father are something along the lines of, marry him, bed him, kill him. How? An Undiagnosed AIDS patient. A marriage. Married for the very purpose of risking Arthur’s life, and dying eventually.